Boom!
The blade and sword consciouses of the fighters wreaked havoc in the air. The long blade conscious cut through the air and collided with the blade conscious.
A huge explosion rang through the snowy mountains. Tremors shook the peak as if an earthquake was rocking the land. The frightening Force swarmed over like terrifying sea waves.
Zhou Xuanwu's expression changed. The powerful force slammed into his body, throwing him back like a cannonball.
Slash!
A sword wound appeared on his chest. Fresh blood spurted out and flew in the sky.
Zhou Xuanwu was appalled. He stopped himself forcefully and stared at the pope. "You've indeed taken that step!"
"You're wrong. I haven't taken the step yet. I've only raised my foot, but it's enough to deal with you," the pope said indifferently with a calm expression.
Zhou Xuanwu's gaze flickered. He was stunned.
He was already so powerful before he reached the other stage?