Clang, clang, clang, clang—
The dense metallic clanging, like raindrops beating down, instantly rang through the entire magnificent hall, as if countless blades were striking one another.
Lu Lin's Thunder Finger Sword clashed again and again with Kong Zhan's dazzling, razor-sharp feathers. Each collision sent blinding sparks and sharp waves of Sword Qi shooting in every direction.
But the scattered Sword Qi didn't fly far before it was silently suppressed and dissipated by an invisible yet immense force within the hall.
Man and bird moved with astonishing speed, leaving streaks of afterimages in the air.
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In the blink of an eye, they had traded over a hundred blows at breakneck speed, meeting force with force. The clang of their clash rang without pause.
Boom!
After one especially fierce collision, both figures drifted backward, using the force to carry them away, then stopped steadily more than a dozen yards apart.
"Why aren't you using your full strength?" Kong Zhan's gaze was sharp as lightning as he fixed it on Lu Lin, a trace of displeasure in his voice.
Everyone knew that a martial artist had to draw upon their Martial Dao Luck and push back the surrounding Immortal Dao Luck's suppression to truly fight at full strength.
Yet although fierce lightning had blazed around Lu Lin during their exchange, there had been no sign of that distinctive surge of Martial Dao Luck.
Did he look down on him?
Lu Lin shook his head slightly, his expression calm. "Since Senior has already taken the initiative to suppress your cultivation, why would I need to draw upon my Martial Dao Luck?"
Well, well—
Kong Zhan's peacock eyes narrowed abruptly, their sharpness growing more pronounced.
He was a top-tier, third-rank Demon King, while