Zhao Zuo's eyes were resolute. He swung his saber continuously, its blade glinting with a flame so dark it almost blended into the night. He poured Mana into the saber, his black robes billowing in the airflow, dancing wildly with the wind.
"Realm of Overflowing Moon!"
An inviolable majesty suddenly radiated from Zhao Zuo. The flames on the saber's blade compressed ceaselessly, finally forming a black saber about two meters long. The air around it began to warp, and the fiery patterns burning on the blade seemed to come alive, following Zhao Zuo's will.
Moving like lightning, Zhao Zuo clashed with Wu Fadu. Their figures flickered and intertwined, leaving afterimages with every exchange. The ground around them was scored by the piercing Gang Qi, leaving behind deep gashes.
