The Bull Demon King charged out and instantly entered a combat stance. Black Demon Qi boiled around his body, and he brandished an Iron Rod, its afterimages filling the sky.
"Taste a blow from this old bull!"
With the Iron Rod in hand, the Bull Demon King's momentum was like a clap of thunder. A whirlwind suddenly erupted, and within a hundred paces, sand flew and stones scattered. A fierce, violent tornado surged forth, its power terrifying.
Luo Zijie looked up at the sky, which seemed on the verge of collapsing. As the whirlwind swept over him, a suffocating sensation assaulted his body and mind.
The cyan longsword in his hand let out a hum. Countless faint cyan Sword Auras flashed from the blade, like rivers converging into an ocean, weaving together as they rushed toward the Bull Demon King.
"Haha! Is this paltry Sword Qi all you've got?"
