Murong Xiande was surrounded by surging spiritual power, his clothes snapping in the fierce wind. Facing the descending lightning palm once again, he showed not the slightest trace of fear in his eyes; instead, an even more intense fighting spirit ignited within him. With a flick of his wrist, his long sword wove several golden sword flowers. These sword flowers intertwined, forming a spinning golden sword array.
The sword array spun rapidly, driving the surrounding air to form a small golden vortex. Murong Xiande chanted incantations under his breath and rapidly formed hand seals with both hands, pouring his entire body's spiritual power without reservation into the sword array. The sword array blazed with brilliant light, every golden ray acting like a sharp blade slicing through the surrounding space.
Immediately afterward, he violently thrust the sword array toward the lightning palm. With the momentum of a collapsing mountain and a crashing sea, the sword array collided heavily with the lightning palm. In an instant, the golden light and purple lightning intertwined, collided, and contested, emitting a sizzling sound.
Chapter 175