Lu Ran tread on the Immortal Fog, wielding the Silent Night Blade, as he charged toward Zhao Zhenren.
A man and his blade tracing a "V" shaped path!
No!
More precisely, it was the number "0".
Lu Ran even paused, deliberately waiting for the Dawn Blade, ready to meet it at the end.
The audience high above had a clearer view, chattering among themselves:
"What a sight to behold from Da Xia's genius, delightful and pleasing!"
"Beautiful~"
"One man with two Divine Weapons, I'm so envious!"
"If the Immortal Sheep Believer gets chopped, that's going to be hilarious ahahaha!"
On the battlefield, things changed in the blink of an eye. As the crowd whispered, the fighters had already crossed swords.
"Dream on!"
Zhao Zhenren roared angrily, his energy surging around him.
Thinking I'd be attacked from both front and back?
Did you damn forget, I'm a Martial Monk Believer!
"Huh!!"
Suddenly, two golden bodies, two golden heads, and two golden arms materialized behind Zhao Zhenren.
