BOOM!
Amidst the terrifying shockwave, Qin Wudao stood still, as steady as a mountain. He showed no signs of being in combat.
In contrast, Li Gu, despite his higher cultivation, kept retreating, his face flushed and appearing quite disheveled. He only managed to stabilize his stance just as he was about to fall off the arena.
He's strong! Li Gu rubbed his numb arm, his expression turning grave. As expected of someone the Saint Heir values; truly extraordinary.
"Ghost Blade!" After his arm was no longer numb, he tapped his toes and shot forward. A torrential ghostly aura erupted from his body, dyeing the surrounding celestial domain black.
In a trance, a ghostly figure seemed to be continuously roaring at the sky!
"Imperial Dao!" Qin Wudao stood his ground, merely raising the Imperial Sword in his hand high. The sword began to tremble violently, as if a supreme existence was about to break its bonds and descend upon the world.
