Heng Qiming saw that the saber intent attack was ineffective, and his stern face grew more serious.
He knew very well how terrifying his saber intent was, as the master of the saber intent in the sky above the Celestial Blade Peak practiced the Haoyang Celestial Blade.
If Heng Qiming could cultivate the Haoyang Celestial Blade to its peak, he would also be able to unleash that terrifying saber intent as grand as heavenly might.
But such a terrifying strike, unexpectedly, had no effect on him.
Swish, swish, swish—
Cling, cling—
Clang, clang, clang—
Though surprised, Heng Qiming did not hesitate in his movements.
Qi Blood surged as the long saber turned into a phantom, countless saber lights slashing towards Lin Zheyu.
His saber was not only as fast as lightning but also incredibly fierce and tyrannical, far beyond what Luo Dinglong could compare to.
