The Cultivators in the void were stunned. 'What... what is he trying to do???'
'Surely he isn't going to...???'
When Wang Meng unleashed his first streak of Sword Qi, everyone cursed him in their hearts. 'What an idiot!'
'Does he have a brain? Trading blows with someone who has a King-Level Magical Artifact... Who does he think he is?'
SHING...
A blast of Curved Sword Qi shot out. A strange, indescribable smile crept onto Wang Meng's lips. He wasn't seeing his opponent before him; he was seeing Wangtian, tormenting him again, and again, and again.
In an instant, the Long Sword in his hand vanished, and a sky full of Curved Sword Qi erupted forth.
The simplest Curved Sword Qi.
The oncoming Simurgh Phoenix Kill was indeed ferocious, managing to break through more than ten blasts of Curved Sword Qi—an astonishing feat in itself. But Wang Meng's hand moved as if it were spasming, conjuring an unstoppable sea of Curved Sword Qi.
