Huff!
Chu Ming took a deep breath. The fifth level replica already posed a great danger to him. If this keeps piling up, the black-cloaked swordsman on the eighth level of the Primordial Tower would possess his full combat strength, and it would be wielded with extreme perfection.
Three hours passed in the blink of an eye. As Chu Ming sat cross-legged, the endless starlit sky in front of him suddenly shifted. A black-cloaked figure tore the void and stepped out from it.
Chu Ming slowly stood up, his gaze solemnly fixed on the black-cloaked swordsman. Same face, same aura, yet the air around him was not at all inferior to Chu Ming's.
Boom!
The black-cloaked swordsman swung his sword, and a terrifyingly brilliant sword aura tore through the void. It appeared before Chu Ming in an instant like a meteor from the heavens, the sharp aura making his face ache.
Clang!
