Boom!

The weathered sword hitting the green plantain fan raised a thick spray of sparks.

The rebounding shock pushed both Li Luo and Jing Taixu backwards. There was a half-finger-deep footprint in the ground after the impact.

Bang.

Jing Taixu gritted his teeth and tensed himself to stop the backsliding. He was no longer calm and smiling like he was before. There was a wild look in his eyes now.

He was fired up.

Li Luo's tenacity had surpassed his expectations.

Both of them had revealed the majority of their arsenals by now, and they had fought without holding back their energy. Their brutality had scored wounds against each other, but nothing serious enough to decide the ba...