Jun Zhuodong squinted as he gazed at Du Fei. He clenched his hand, and in an instant, a gray Qi surged wildly within his palm, eventually forming into a silver-black longsword. As the sword gleamed, sharp sword shadows immediately enveloped Du Fei like a raging storm!

"Clang clang clang—"

Du Fei reached out into the void, and the Tianqi Bell flew back to his grasp in a heartbeat. Holding onto the Tianqi Bell like a windmill, he swung it forcefully. In that ...