He An was in midair when he slashed, his blade like a white rainbow spanning the heavens.
He hated Mo Tinghe for ambushing Fan Dazhi. Without the protection of the Black Tortoise Scripture, Dazhi might have died on the spot.
He poured all his strength into this slash.
The condensed blade energy trailed a streak of white light, its force terrifying.
Mo Tinghe's breath caught and his pupils shrank sharply. He An's cultivation exceeded his expectations.
Even at the peak of the Spirit Refinement Realm, there was a limit to how powerful someone could be.
Yet the slash before him overturned everything he had known about the Sixth Realm.
Apart from his wariness of Fang Yizhi, Mo Tinghe had never taken any of the others seriously.
He had never imagined He An would strike so decisively, much less that the youth's slash would be so ferocious.
He could no longer see He An in his eyes-only a great river pouring toward him.
The youth truly was strong.
Just how many experts did the Great Chen Empire's Knowledge and Practice Institute have?
Judging by this slash alone, he felt that scarcely any cultivators of the same realm in Western Liang could withstand it.
Though shocked, Mo Tinghe counterattacked with extraordinary ferocity.
His right arm began to tremble, followed by his five fingers. Vast, pure primordial energy surged into his short blade at an astonishing speed, then turned entirely into dazzling white light.
The blade in Mo Tinghe's hand resembled a silver chrysanthemum in full bloom, meeting the great river head-on without any flourish.
After all, his cultivation was one realm above He An's, so he had that confidence.
Boom! An explosive crash rang out.
The cascading river seemed to pour entirely onto the chrysanthemum, sending spray flying amid shimmering waves.
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