Zhang Long’s short, black sword rotated a few times in his palm and then he slashed down with a ferocious light in his eyes. His spirit force wrapped around his sword and his slash collided with the sword energy. There was a flash of light, then Zhang Long only felt his head ring, his arm go numb, and a sweet taste in his mouth. He couldn’t help but be forced back a few steps. At the same time, Fat Dragon and Cheng Jianqian finally followed up from the left and right. They were like his left and right arms.

Fat Dragon’s leg bent slightly and he was ready to exert force from his hands. Seeing the two rays of sword energy close in, he raised the golden blade in his hand and aimed at one of the rays of sword energy. He then chopped with all his might to the point that the fat on his cheeks was shaking.

The moment the two made contact, Fat Dragon couldn’t help but retreat and clench his teeth. Fat Dragon ignored the pain of his muscles being torn and let out a roar. He kicked his right foot back to stop himself from being pushed back! Unlike Zhang Long, who was at the late stage of the...