After a few clashes with peerless and fierce sword techniques, every strike carried a wind-splitting howl that sounded as though it could tear the vault of the sky asunder, hissing sharply. It forced the opponent to gradually lose even the ability to parry, retreating step by step in disarray. Finally, under her overwhelming pressure, the opponent was clumsily driven out of the arena.
Meanwhile, in the shadows of the plaza, Murong Feng led several subordinates like dark ghosts hiding their forms in the dead of night, quietly and slowly closing in on where Xuanyuan Chen was. In the surrounding corners, the shadows were as thick as unthinnable ink, adding a sense of eerie secrecy to their movements.
Their gazes revealed a deep and bone-chilling malevolence. Murong Feng gripped his broadsword tightly, a faint red light shining in his eyes, while black light like smeared ink faintly radiated from the blade, as if possessing a terrifying demonic power capable of devouring endless darkness. The men behind Murong Feng looked like a pack of wolves waiting to devour their prey, attempting to seize the opportunity amidst the chaotic battle to kill Xuanyuan Chen in a surprise strike and be done with it.
Chapter 136