Buzz buzz!
Suddenly, Lu Xuanji felt his arm tingling and trembling, almost losing grip.
He exerted great force to firmly suppress the long saber.
But at that moment, the Supreme Daoist struck, agile as a monkey, yet like a fierce tiger when attacking.
His speed was swift and steady, closing the distance to less than three feet in an instant.
The Supreme Daoist's body slightly curled, his spine extending like an Azure Dragon stretching its bones; his right hand drew a square, transforming into a white crane. The white crane spread its wings, unleashing its pounce; his left hand subtly contracted and circled, transforming into a python, his arm coiling like a venomous snake.
Crane Fist.
Snake Fist.
The two blended perfectly together, coordinating intricately.
All escape routes were sealed.
The crane's beak could strike his throat, heart, or brow at any moment; the snake's mouth shifted, ready to attack his arms, legs, etc.
Fast and aggressive.
