He then spoke softly, "I have never heard of it."
"Hahaha, oh what a Heavenly Blade Sect, today you shall indeed hear about it!"
Fu Han Yuan, enraged to the point of laughter, swallowed back the words he was about to say. In a single step, he had already reached Feng Ziheng and threw a punch without hesitation.
Feng Ziheng, too, spoke no more. He only heard a clang as the saber was drawn from its sheath, slashing head-on!
In an instant, Blade Light cascaded down.
With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Fu Han Yuan suddenly turned his body in an extremely bizarre posture, forcibly closed in from beneath that Blade Light.
Both hands grappling, he aimed for Feng Ziheng's midsection.
However, this Mo Wen's Blade, Feng Ziheng of the Heavenly Blade Sect, was no ordinary character. Every move he made was exquisite.
Seeing that he was too late to defend, he simply pushed the hilt of his saber forward. With a thud, the two had already clashed heavily.
This was only the beginning.
