Xuanyuan Chen took a deep breath, his internal spiritual energy surging like a violent tide. A dazzling golden light burst forth around him, and purple lightning danced like agile serpents, churning wildly with a ferocious and imposing aura. Gripping the Remnant Sword tightly in both hands with a steady gaze, he locked onto his enemies. His eyes radiated an unquestionable decisiveness, and an indomitable, fearless aura emanated from his entire body without the slightest hint of retreat.
Murong Feng made the first move. His figure darted about like a phantom as he brandished his longsword, carving a fierce arc through the air that whistled straight toward Xuanyuan Chen. Xuanyuan Chen reacted with lightning speed, pivoting sharply to the side so that the sword shadow grazed his clothing by a hair's breadth. At the same time, he slashed out swiftly with the Remnant Sword, colliding with Murong Feng's attack to produce a crisp chime of clashing metal.
Just then, Pang Dalong refused to be outdone. With a loud roar, he swung his longsword, sending an aura of biting frost and countless razor-sharp ice blades whistling toward Xuanyuan Chen like a hail of arrows. Xuanyuan Chen remained utterly composed, his Remnant Sword weaving like a nimble dragon. Every sweep of his sword qi was entwined with trails of purple lightning, battering away the incoming ice blades like dancing serpents. The collisions between the ice blades and the sword qi rang out in a flurry of clatters, sending cry…
Chapter 158