He had thought that this move, Dream God Lotus, would at least severely wound Zhou Yun a second time, perhaps even kill him outright…
Yet even in such a state, Zhou Yun still remained utterly calm as he roused the Power of Time to defend, so the final injuries were far less than expected.
Only by crossing blows with Zhou Yun personally did Fu Ming truly experience the inconceivable, terrifying battle Strength of a top Time Sword Cultivator!
Zhou Yun stood in midair with his left hand holding his sword. His face was clearly pale, his right arm showing deficiency, blood staining his long robe, his aura faint—but that water-like tranquil gaze and the icy Longsword in his hand still radiated a chilling oppressive force.
