The sight caused Zhuo Feng's pupils to contract. 'But I already expected this.'
CLANG!
With a sharp ring, a keen saber imbued with an aura of deathly stillness manifested within Zhuo Feng's Sea of Consciousness.
Then, leveraging the home-field advantage within his own Sea of Consciousness, he poured his Divine Intent, his Soul Power—his very everything—into the Big Dipper Saber.
The next moment, the saber transformed into a brilliant beam of starlight and slashed viciously toward Zhong Ming's Morning Star - Candlelight Sword.
This sight made Zhong Ming let out a sigh.
'Just as I thought. If I don't use the Longxi Sword-Drawing Technique, I'll have to clash with him head-on.'
In response, Zhong Ming did nothing.
Nor did he need to.
CLANG!
The instant the two Divine Weapons, forged from Heart Spirit Dao Rhyme, collided, Zhuo Feng understood the meaning of a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
