Bai Zhi's Frost Sword moved like an arctic cold front, its blade leaving a web of icy cracks in the air.
CLANG!
On the thirteenth clash between the Heavy Mace and the Longsword, Xu Yunfan was thrown back three steps. Each step he took sank three inches deep into the black stone floor.
This black stone was mixed with Black Gold; an ordinary expert of the Bone Marrow Cleansing Realm could only leave a scratch on it with a full-force blow. Yet, Xu Yunfan was stomping clear prints into it, a testament to the terrifying force he was absorbing.
