Zhou Heng pointed with a finger, like casually picking a flower, appearing carefree yet possessing an ethereal and mysterious aura.
Ding!
His fingertip touched the sword tip, and a dazzling light suddenly blossomed, causing everyone below the Sublimation Emperor level to involuntarily close their eyes.
When everyone hurriedly reopened their eyes, they saw Zhou Heng and Qiao Qingqing standing at a sword's two-arm length distance, both extending their arms with fingertips touching the sword tip.
Zhou Heng wore a smile, while Qiao Qingqing's expression was serious. A swirling gust swept past, making their clothes rustle loudly, yet fluttering gracefully like fairies.
What!
Zhou Heng actually blocked this sword!
Moreover, his feet didn't retreat even an inch!
Black...black curtain?
