The Eccentric Swordmaster, Part II

[Molten Meteor]

The Pyroclasmic Drake finally released its techniques. A molten ball of flames nearly twice as the size of an adult male hurtled toward them. Wu Jian was glad for his armor. The heat was so intense, and yet, Feng Tiangsheng didn’t even seem to feel it.

Feng Tiangsheng took a deep breath as he slid his dominant foot forward and his other foot back, forming a solid stance that looked as unmovable as a mountain. He raised his greatsword high. He only used one hand. Wu Jian felt the hairs on his arms prickle as chi suddenly began pouring out of Feng Tiangsheng. It flowed like a river into his blade, which picked up a vibrant golden glow. Another breath. A single moment. Time stood still.

[Cleaving the Heavens in a Single Stroke]