Peng Kai blurred across the ruined marble floor like a streak of dark red lightning
The air cracked in his wake, his heavy, blood-drenched Sword whistling through the atmosphere in a lethal, horizontal arc aimed squarely at Meng De's exposed neck.
Meng De froze, the sheer, suffocating pressure of a Nascent Soul powerhouse locking his limbs in place.
The Union Leader watched in paralyzed horror as death rushed toward him in the span of a single heartbeat.
CLANG—!!!!!
A deafening, metallic shockwave exploded through the courtyard, blowing away stone debris and scattering the smoke in a violent radius.
The lethal edge of Peng Kai's Sword was stopped dead inches from Meng De's skin, held back by the trembling, silver tip of an ancient dragon-headed spear.
An immense, majestic pressure, distinct and untamed, swept over the battlefield, crashing against Peng Kai's demonic aura.
Another Nascent Soul realm cultivator had stepped onto the stage.
