Fan Junmao wore an expression of sheer disbelief. This scene felt hauntingly familiar.
Yet in a split second, the sword qi of a Flying Sword whistled through the air, striking with ferocious speed. Zheng Dafeng was instantly enveloped in a swirling protective aura, while the ceaseless sound of shattering sword qi echoed through the surroundings.
Without a moment's hesitation, Fan Junmao channeled half a sea of clouds from the sky above Old Dragon City, reinforcing Zheng Dafeng's defense.
Chapter 92