Xiao Qiang, with an expressionless face, kept swinging his sword as the claw marks surged toward him. With every swing of the long sword, he would sever the claw marks. Then, a huge surge of energy would burst out, leaving a vast void in the sky.
It was as if the sky itself had been ripped apart.
"I really want to see just how many of my attacks you can block," the will of Destruction seemed to take pleasure in this, continuously swinging its sharp claws. Thousands upon thousands of claw marks swarmed toward Xiao Qiang like a flock of migratory birds.
"Hmph," Xiao Qiang snorted coldly, and then, with a sudden tremor of his Swimming Dragon sword, a gigantic crescent moon immediately condensed in front of him. As the crescent appeared, the sky dimmed a shade. Atop the crescent was the deepest black, engulfing the sky as if it were the most primeval of colors.
