With a flick of his finger, the sword light roared again, aiming at Xiao Qiang.
Just as the sword tip penetrated Xiao Qiang's throat, a crisp noise of clashing metal suddenly emerged from thin air.
Clang!
Sparks flew as silver and gold collided, exploding in the small room, making everything appear in two colors.
The sword light also reflected two different faces.
The man in black was shocked. He saw that a flying sword, ancient in design and glowing in golden brilliance, had materialized before Xiao Qiang, blocking all of his attacks.
However, after his own flying sword clashed with the opponent's, its glow dimmed significantly. The sword body trembled, humming like a floating silver snake in the air, but its previous vigor was gone.