At this moment, Lu Jinghong took a deep breath, and the drunkenness on his body immediately dissipated, replaced by a sharp fighting spirit.
In his hand, a large knife appeared at some unknown time. The blade was as black as ink, inscribed with mysterious spells, exuding a chilling aura.
"Brother Zhou, apologies!" Lu Jinghong shouted, and as his spiritual power surged, his whole body was like a fully drawn bow, shooting forward instantly.
Zhou Qing's expression remained calm. At the moment when the large knife was about to touch him, his figure suddenly flickered and disappeared like a ghost.
Lu Jinghong's initial probing strike hit nothing but air.
"What speed!" Lu Jinghong exclaimed in surprise.
Zhou Qing had already appeared behind him, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
"What domineering blade Qi. Well then, I won't be polite either!" Zhou Qing smiled slightly, holding up his broken sword and charging forward.
