A Palm That Shattered Mountains
"Kid, you're courting death." Drift Sword shouted angrily and the palm arrived in front of him in an instant.
The space between them collapsed under the force of his attack.
Violent mana surged from every direction as his palm descended like a falling mountain. The surrounding air exploded with sharp cracking sounds. Even the clouds above were scattered by the pressure.
Drift Sword's eyes gleamed with confidence.
After exchanging blows, he had already reached a conclusion.
Leon's swordsmanship was terrifying.
Terrifying enough to make even him fearful.
However, every powerful sword cultivator shared the same weakness.
Close combat.
Especially when caught before drawing their sword.
In his eyes, Leon's greatest threat was that heaven-defying sword intent.
As long as he could close the distance and suppress him before another sword strike was launched, victory would belong to him.
The gap in cultivation still existed.
