Meanwhile, Daoist Limitless Sword's breathing began to grow heavier, though he tried his best to conceal it.
His attacks did not slow, but a trace of disbelief had already crept into his eyes.
He could feel it clearly.
Every strike he delivered was like hitting an immovable mountain.
The force rebounded faintly through his blade, numbing his arm little by little.
Yet the one he was trying to kill stood there untouched, as if everything he was doing was meaningless.
This realization was something he found difficult to accept.
But Lin Feng remained as he was calm, silent, and completely unshaken, as though the outcome of this battle had never been in doubt from the very beginning.
At this moment, Tang Aining and Yun Wanqing did not move an inch.
The two stunning women stood quietly at the sides, their swords lowered with their tips resting lightly against the ground.
Their earlier panic had already faded, replaced by a strange calm.
They had simply forgotten.
