"CLANG!"
"CLANG!"
"..."
Each impact was like the long-drawn-out chime of an ancient bell.
And the interval between each strike was completely different.
There were nine chimes in total.
At last, the sound of the ancient bell rang out.
And at the same time, the lightning and blade-light in midair also dissipated.
"..." Gao Neng was speechless.
'What kind of damn technique was that?'
In that instant, he had felt nine points on his blade-light get struck simultaneously, as if nine different forces had individually broken his nine slashes.
'Amazing!'
'This old monk from the Esoteric Sect is something else!'
Gao Neng sighed with admiration in his heart.
At that moment, the Zen Staff also returned to Wuxin's hand.
The exchange happened fast, and it ended just as quickly.
But Shaximo's jaw had dropped so wide he could hardly close it.
He knew Gao Neng was strong now.
But to be *this* strong... that was just ridiculous.
