Hot Shot
Editor: Transn
Zhang Ruochen held the hilt of his sword. The Spiritual Qi around the Coliseum rapidly flew toward him and formed a Spiritual Qi vortex.
Zhang Ruochen and the Valley-water Sword flew out straight toward Zhao Wuyan. They passed through the thunderbolt and collided with Zhao Wuyan's sword.
With a loud bang, tremendous sword Qi fluctuated and spread out from the two sword tips and hit the light walls of the arrays around the Coliseum. The 66-meter-high Coliseum vibrated subtly.
Under the recoil force, both of them immediately retreated to the edge of the Coliseum.
Zhang Ruochen's right wrist was lacerated, and blood spurted out from the wound, trickling down his fingers and dribbling onto the ground.
He felt his right arm aching as if it were broken, and his meridians were severely injured.