Qi Diaonan didn't turn around, but his fingers caught the incoming sword with precision, gleaming with a metallic luster, capable of gouging holes even in Grade A alloys.
Tang Yu's other hand raised his longsword which surged with crimson flames, drawing a circle in the air, and clashed with the transcendent claw, emitting a metallic ring.
Suddenly feeling numbness in his palm, he saw the Transcendent lifting his foot, wrapped in Source Power Qi Flames, delivering a kick to his face with delayed yet surpassing speed.
The pierced air roared like thunder!
As if in the eye of a storm, the winds sharp as blades scoured his cheeks painfully before the foot even arrived.
In terms of speed, in terms of reaction, Tang Yu was, after all, not a Transcendent, and was much slower!
But he had anticipated this, and simply closed his eyes, his Perception spreading like ripples, a strong sense of crisis causing a prickling pain between his brows.
