Shiing!
The Soul Saint King's sword was mind-blowingly swift. It bore down upon Zhan Zheng with gargantuan might and vibrant radiance, yet the War Commander remained unfazed, unhesitant in his counter. With a gentle step back with his left foot, the fixed space at his feet solidified so much that a curving continent of solid space formed for thousands of miles beneath his soles.
Despite that step being backward, it was not an act of retreat, but a means of reinforcement! With the newly solidified space as his foundation, Zhan Zheng lifted his right arm to block the Soul Saint King's strike.
An epic clash of metal on metal thundered! Zhan Zheng blocked with solely his armored hand, not being forced back a single step!