"Come!"
Raindrops as large as beans fell from the sky, shattering upon impact.
Two figures stood opposite each other, their silhouettes jagged and fierce against the brooding sky, like ominous shadows cast by broken stones.
It seemed as if neither moved.
BANG!
An explosive clash of metal reverberated through the street.
The curtain of rain rippled outward from the sound, scattering in splintered waves. The two seemed to vanish in an instant, closing dozens of meters between them. Sparks from clashing blades flashed cold, filling the street with an icy chill.
Six Yang Elder's face revealed both shock and awe as he said:
"Master Huang has truly reached such a pinnacle."
The Daoist of the Flying Sword caught a faint glimpse of the technique but was only able to grasp a fraction of it. He involuntarily asked, "What do you mean by that?"
