The sword light rotated, instantly striking upon the golden whip.
Boom!
The golden whip was as heavy as a mountain. In the instant of collision, Lu Chengfeng felt his primordial spirit tremble, almost crushed by the enormous force.
"This woman has likely already cultivated to the seventh layer of the Celestial Human realm."
Lu Chengfeng's heart skipped a beat. With just a brief exchange, he immediately realized that the opponent's strength far surpassed his own.
Merely wielding the golden whip made it difficult for him to shake.
If she were to use magic, that is, the flood dragon at Xiang Qingchi's feet to wield the golden whip, its power could turn rivers and seas, split mountains and crack stones. One whip could shatter his sword artifact and disperse his primordial spirit.
Lu Chengfeng urged the sword light, the Bixiao Sword rippling like waves, then dissipating the heavy force.
