Close combat was no longer an option, but Zhang Cang still had his Martial Skills!
He bellowed as his aura suddenly erupted. He desperately poured his True Essence into his Narrow Blade, and the once-gleaming white weapon took on a faint, crimson sheen, like fresh blood!
"That's Sunset Slash!"
"To think Zhang Cang actually mastered this top-tier Blade Skill!"
Everyone present stared with wide eyes. What they had expected to be an overwhelming victory for Zhang Cang had turned into a clash between titans. Now, even with Zhang Cang using Sunset Slash, no one believed Lin Ming would lose.
Zhang Cang raised the Narrow Blade above his head. A blood-red light burst forth from the weapon. Visible wisps of crimson Qi in the surrounding air began to coalesce, forming a rosy haze that streamed endlessly into Zhang Cang's body.
