When the two collided, a tremendous shock wave raged outward.
BOOM!!!
The Pavilion bore the brunt of it.
A thin layer of protective power had originally covered the Pavilion, but it shattered the instant the shock wave struck.
Those inside were sent staggering every which way. The Middle-Aged Daoist, the monk, and the others could no longer keep supplying power and could only struggle to protect themselves.
Every flower, blade of grass, and tree within several hundred meters was destroyed in an instant. The formation that had just enveloped Azureglow Mountain was also shaken apart, its spiritual qi vanishing without a trace.
"How domineering!"
A Shui remained completely unharmed and offered another word of praise. "Your swordplay invades like fire. Your sword intent is still immature, but it holds righteous spirit."
Then he shook his head. "Unfortunately, you will die here today."
In the clash between sword intent and the intent of revenge just now, Lin Ke had come off worse.
The recoil had forced him back several steps, and Storm had nearly scattered apart.
He did not answer A Shui. Instead, he once again transformed the power of reform within his body into sword qi, sending it howling out and pouring it into Storm.
Meanwhile, A Shui stirred the literary qi within his body, driving the intent of revenge in midair to hurtle toward Lin Ke.
A Shui possessed neither literary treasures nor magical artifacts, nor did he have the Demon Race's methods of tempering claws and fangs. He had only a scant few means of attack.
He did not even know how to compose poetry, songs, or rhapsodies.
Lin Ke could now see that A Shui was rather like the donkey of Guizhou, running out of tricks, but he still dared not let his guard down.
A gap