Whoosh!0

Before the man himself arrived, the golden light reached first. Its form left no doubt—a sword! 0

Luo Chen drew in a deep breath and rose to his feet. The Mystic Flame Sword slipped into his grasp as though summoned by instinct. Step by step, he retreated, the tip of his blade tracing arcs through the air while rings of crimson light rippled outward.0

One after another, circles of blazing scarlet light bloomed before him, each one forming a barrier against the incoming sword. It was a fire-element defensive art that Luo Chen had learned in the early years of his cultivation. Though simple in structure, it carried the force to melt space itself and dissolve all attacks.2

Pop! Pop! Pop!0

With each collision, a ring of light shattered beneath the might of the golden flying sword. One after another, his defenses crumbled. Fire arts had never been known for their defensive strength, and Luo Chen had never studied this particular art in much depth. It was no surprise that the defense fell quickly.0

Still, this was far from the end of Luo Chen's tricks. His left hand thrust forward with tremendous speed. A deep-blue barrier surged into existence, and spirit energy condensed to its utmost limit. The sword pierced into the water-like shield with ease, flowing through it like a fish in its natural element.0

This time, Luo Chen had reversed the current. He had fallen for the sword trick once before, and he wouldn't make the same mistake again. With Glazed Skyveil practiced to Perfect Mastery, he could alter the flow of spirit power within it at will. Just a minor shift in spirit energy, and now the sword's movement slowed to a crawl inside the shimmering blue curtain.0

The golden flying sword crept sluggishly through his barrier. Yet no matter how refined the Glazed Skyveil had become, it was still facing...0