"So it was you all along!"
Mo Wudao roared with furor, a surge of killing intent around him. He was caught off guard by the sudden Death Seal and was sent flying backward through the air.
Everything happened too quickly, from the moment the two engaged to their separation—all in the blink of an eye, leaving a swath of afterimages in the sky.
Yang Ji stepped through the void, chasing after him, his body tilting as he swept at Mo Wudao's upper body, aiming to sever it.
Mo Wudao's anger boiled over; he was always the one pressing his opponents, but today the tables had turned. His adversary was even more ferocious than him, incredibly sharp and aggressive.
He spun around fiercely, leaping high, unwilling to retreat. With great force, he swung his leg back in a powerful counter-strike, colliding directly with Yang Ji's sweep.
Bang!
A brilliant burst of light exploded in the sky, and the two separated.
"Death Seal!"