Sixty-four streams of sword light poured down, the peak was filled with countless flashes of golden light, like fireflies dancing chaotically. The sword Qi that shot out almost shaved off a layer of soil and rock below.
After a short while, Zhang Yan retracted the sword light, gazing down to see that aside from the billowing smoke and dust on the cliff, there was nothing left, evidently indicating that Feng Haiyang had once again escaped first.
He wasn't surprised. In the past, Ban Shaoming's Transformation Sword technique far surpassed his own, yet he still couldn't capture this person. This failed strike was within expectations.
At this moment, he suddenly sensed something, lifted his head to see Feng Haiyang with arms crossed, appearing above the Tribulation Water, casting his gaze in this direction.
