"Clang!"
Zhang Feng's palm pressed against the hilt of his saber at his waist, a wave of spiritual power locked onto Su Mu, and suddenly a cold gleam flickered, leaving behind a swift afterimage.
However, just as the long saber was about to be fully unsheathed, Su Mu moved without warning, taking a step forward. With the sound of cicadas screaming, his figure appeared out of thin air in front of Zhang Feng.
"Good, very fast!"
As Zhang Feng's pupils contracted sharply, Su Mu casually struck with a palm.
"Tss!"
Sparks flew in all directions, and Zhang Feng's right hand, holding the saber hilt, suddenly sank. It felt as if a thousand-pound hammer had struck it. The vibration through the hilt made his fingers ache, causing the long saber, nearly drawn, to return to its sheath amidst the flying sparks.
"Boom!"
