Pingyangzi chuckled. "As it happens, this humble Daoist knows a little swordsmanship as well."
Then he drew a deep breath and shouted, "Sword, come!"
Lu Mingfei's eyelid twitched sharply.
A gigantic phantom of an ancient sword appeared above Pingyangzi's head. It was an enlarged version of the Bronze Sword in his hand, magnified countless times until it was hundreds of meters long, its tip pointed straight at the heavens. The patterns of copper rust on the blade were clearly visible, and the strange eye-shaped design on the guard appeared within the phantom as well. The eye slowly turned, staring at Lu Mingfei.
Lu Mingfei's eyes widened. "Wait, this kind of swordsmanship?"
Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and ran. It wasn't cowardice—it was called a strategic retreat!
"Go!"
Pingyangzi formed a sword seal and extended his left hand. The giant sword phantom, hundreds of meters long, came crashing down.
The blade had not yet arrived, but the sword wind already had. The pressure did not descend from above; it surged in from every direction at once, as though the entire world had suddenly shrunk and crushed him in the middle.
Lu Mingze's phantom appeared beside Lu Mingfei. He looked up at the sky with a grave expression and shouted, "Brother, keep running! I'll support you!"
"Zodiac Gold Cloth!"
Golden light layered itself over Lu Mingfei's back, as if someone had draped him in a layer of molten gold.
"Phase-Shift Armor!"
The golden radiance suddenly became profound, as though it had dropped from three dimensions into two—indescribable and invisible.
"King Gai's Twin Dragon Flame Fist!"
"Heaven's Soaring Dragon Flash!"
"Sevenfold Ring of Heaven!"
Seven concentric halos blossomed behind him like a seven-petaled flower. Every petal spun at high speed, radiating rainbow-like light.
"Absolute Territory A.T. Field!"
At the last moment, a