Shook
BANG!
Ling Zhi's aura surged so drastically that the wind that enveloped her body became a pair of wings.
He increased his momentum because he wanted to cut Ming Ze's neck in an extremely domineering manner.
Unfortunately, he had forgotten how he had lost in that competition.
Ming Ze only smiled as he saw that Ling Zhi's cultivation was still the same, at the Half-Immortal Eighth Stage.
He lost to him when he was only at the Fifth Stage Half-Immortal. Now that je was already at the True Immortal First Stage, how could he possibly be able to fight him with that difference.
Ming Ze didn't even need to use his sword.
With a swift movement, his hand parried Ling Zhi's sword.
BANG!
The sound of iron clashing resounded loudly as the sword slammed into Ming Ze's palm.
It should have been able to cut his neck, but much to people's surprise, it couldn't even scratch his palm.