Without warning, Li Chunfeng spun around with sudden, fierce swiftness, as though he had a second pair of eyes growing on his back that clearly perceived everything behind him.
Instantly, his figure came to a dead stop, planting him firmly in his tracks. At the same time, his right hand shot out, two fingers snapping together in what looked like an effortless pinch, yet they accurately and unerringly caught the blade of a sword that had been trailing him like a ghost, seeming to lunge straight from the depths of hell and wrapped in blazing hellfire.
It had to be said that this sword contained the weight of ten thousand jun, its very sword Qi capable of cleaving half a mountain peak, yet at this moment it was effortlessly controlled in the palm of Li Chunfeng's hand, treated like some insignificant plaything. This effortless display made Mo Jingru unable to believe her eyes.
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