Even faced with this predicament, He Qiang refused to give up. He gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
"Secret Art: Thunderclap Strike!"
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He suddenly gathered every ounce of his strength into the Thunderous Mad Dragon Halberd. Countless tiny arcs of lightning converged wildly along its shaft, finally forming an immensely thick blade of lightning that tore through the air as it cleaved toward the vast, onrushing tide of sword light.
Boom! The lightning blade and the tide of sword light collided violently in midair, unleashing a piercing roar and a dazzling burst of light.
Many streaks of sword light were forcibly cleaved apart by the might of Thunderclap Strike, scattering in every direction. Yet plenty stubbornly pierced through the blade of light and continued toward He Qiang, only to be stopped by his lightning barrier.
Seeing this, Chen Jianzun's lips curved into a faint smile. He softly intoned, "Fourth soul skill-Cloud-Hiding Glimmer."
As his words fell, layers of fine mist suddenly rose around him. Rather than drifting away on the breeze, the mist was drawn by an invisible force, transforming into glimmering droplets that lightly merged with the magnificent tide of blue-green sword light, lending it an added air of mystery and agility.
At the same time, with a thought from Chen Jianzun, the sword light previously scattered by Thunderclap Strike was drawn together again as though by invisible cords. Like wandering children returning home and weary birds returning to their nests, it rejoined the surging sword tide, making its power even more immense and its momentum soar like a rainbow.
The majestic Water-Origin Dragon, which had already defeated its opponent, seemed to sense its master's summons as well. It raised its head and let out a long cry, its roar