Above the city of Luoxia City, the setting sun hung like blood, casting an aura of grim desolation over the landscape. Two figures crisscrossed like lightning. With every clash of sword and staff, a series of thunderous, metallic rings tore through the air, chilling the soul. The ferocious shockwaves of spiritual energy swept downward like raging seas, causing vast numbers of buildings to collapse in explosions of flying rubble.
Lu Tianzhang’s eyes were cold and piercing. His staff whipped through the wind, bearing down on Ye Qing with the force of an avalanche. With a deafening crash, Ye Qing was blasted hundreds of meters away like a snapped kite, barely managing to steady himself. Inside his body, blood surged wildly, his chest throbbed with intense pain, and the sword in his hand nearly dropped from the violent tremors. Ye Qing’s face turned ghastly pale, and he let out a cold snort, bitterness welling up in his heart.
"Cloud Thunder Slash!" Ye Qing roared. The sword in his hand instantly blazed with brilliant light, condensing formidable sword qi. He lashed out fiercely, and a massive crescent of sword qi howled through the air, hurtling toward Lu Tianzhang with destructive force. In the wake of the blade energy, the air itself was torn apart, emitting a piercing shrieking sound.
Chapter 122