That day, Murong Fu was, without a doubt, the most unhinged Young Master Bao Butong had ever witnessed. Rain was pouring over the Shaolin Temple on Mount Song—and what kind of rain was it? It was a downpour of sword Qi, fierce and torrential.
Facing Murong Fu’s desperate, do-or-die onslaught, Jiumozhi was forced to summon every ounce of his strength. A Flame Blade condensed into solid form, spinning so fast in his grip that it formed a thick, unbroken barrier.
The flying beams of the Six Meridians Divine Sword lashed out, striking Jiumozhi's Flame Blade shield and leaving deep, jagged dents all over it.
Chapter 97