At this moment, he was like a sharp swordsman, flying straight toward Lan Hong.
Lan Hong was standing proudly on the arena, having seen earlier that Huang Meng's defeat was certain.
She relaxed her vigilance and was about to withdraw her sword.
Suddenly, seeing Huang Meng attacking like a sharp sword, panic was evident in her eyes.
Her body froze there, not knowing how to face it.
Seeing Huang Meng's sword strike about to hit her forehead.
At this moment, a soul phantom suddenly attached itself to her.
Her figure shifted at an extremely fast speed.
Her speed was so fast that it left an afterimage on the arena.
Huang Meng looked at this phantom, sensing something was amiss.
But with his knowledge, he could only detect the anomaly.
After all, at his level, he could not comprehend the realm of Sword Qi Shadow.
Boom!
A palm strike hit the phantom, and he felt a sense of emptiness.
The next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
His body fell directly toward the ground.
