"Good, since you're asking for it, I'll grant your wish!" Yuee Buhui said, swinging the Immortal Sword in his hand. Instantly, the sword light surged like a tide, crashing towards Wang Xiaoqiang.
Wang Xiaoqiang knew this was just a test strike, so he immediately flashed to the left to avoid the sword.
Unexpectedly, after Yuee Buhui wielded one sword strike, without any pause for momentum, he unleashed another.
This strike's sword light reached a height of ten feet, like a mountain, sweeping towards Wang Xiaoqiang.
Wang Xiaoqiang leaped into the air, retreating backward, narrowly avoiding another strike.
Without the slightest pause to catch his breath, Yuee Buhui let out a clear whistle and, with a sword technique, summoned sword light reaching thirty feet high, like a steep iceberg. As he swung the Immortal Sword, the sword light crashed down like a collapsing iceberg, roaring as it swept forward.
