As time passed, the wind gradually subsided, and the dust slowly settled. Zhou Mingyang’s breathing grew heavy as sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the dry earth and being instantly absorbed. A hint of weariness flashed in his eyes, yet his movements grew increasingly agile. Meanwhile, Murong Xiande radiated an overwhelming aura, his swordsmanship as natural and fluid as flowing clouds and moving water, every single strike imbued with boundless power.
In a flash, Murong Xiande spotted a flaw in Zhou Mingyang’s defense. A look of wild elation crossed his eyes as his sword thrust forward like lightning, aiming straight for Zhou Mingyang’s chest. Zhou Mingyang sidestepped just in time, leaving a deep footprint in the ground where he had stood. A trace of surprise flickered in his eyes, but he quickly reacted and retreated.
Pressing his advantage, Murong Xiande launched a wave of attacks as fierce as a surging tide, giving Zhou Mingyang not a moment to breathe. Zhou Mingyang took a few steps back, only to find the steep edge of a cliff right behind him—there was nowhere left to run. His face was as pale as paper, yet his eyes held not a shred of fear.
Chapter 46