"Hmph. If one sword can't kill you, I refuse to believe ten swords—or a hundred—still won't!"
Zong Pengfei gritted his teeth, raised the Dark Gold Feather Sword, and charged to meet him.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A relentless series of metallic clashes, loud enough to shake an ordinary person's eardrums, rang out again and again.
Two masses of dazzling golden light collided violently without pause. On one side was the Golden Giant, unmoving as a mountain; on the other were sword shadows filling the sky, sworn to cut through everything. Neither gave an inch, both doing everything they could to madly erode the other.
But anyone with eyes could see that Zong Pengfei's defeat was only a matter of time.
With every punch the Golden Giant threw, he shattered over a hundred sword shadows. Through an extremely brilliant method, he was squeezing away his opponent's room to survive inch by inch.
Clang!
When the Golden Giant once again smashed apart all the sword shadows at an unhurried pace, Zong Pengfei, his defenses wide open, was finally fully exposed.
"An opening! Today I'll send you, you golden-feathered bird, to your death!"
The Golden Giant's eyes immediately lit up. A savage smile pulled across his huge face, and with a fierce stomp, he vanished from where he stood.
Boom!
Suspended in midair, the Golden Giant gave a light swing of his right arm, and a massive golden fist blasted straight toward Zong Pengfei without the slightest flourish.
Crack, crack! Crack, crack!
Pitch-black spatial cracks in the void spread outward at high speed like a spiderweb.
"Damn it, this cursed thing burns through Spiritual Energy too quickly!"
Pale-faced, Zong Pengfei had no time to think. He could only grit his teeth and raise the Dark Gold Feather Sword over his head to block.
Rumble!