With a flick of Ding Jingyi's wrist, his longsword shattered, reforming into thousands of fragments. These fragments no longer tried to clash head-on with Xiao Mo's long saber. Instead, as if they had a life of their own, they nimbly bypassed the crescent arc of light and shot toward Xiao Mo from all directions like a swarm of bees.
Each fragment contained a sharp Sword Intent and a sliver of Spiritual Power blessed by the Divine Stone Statue.
Xiao Mo's pupils contracted. He brandished his long saber, forming an impenetrable, blood-red curtain of saber light before him.
"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"
A dense volley of collisions rang out, like rain drumming on banana leaves.
Sparks flew as Saber Qi and Sword Intent frantically wore each other down.
Xiao Mo's screen of saber light blocked all the sword fragments, but he was forced back continuously by the relentless assault, his internal energy and blood roiling within him.
