Power of Light

"The righteous path of heaven and earth is indestructible. Only speed can't break it. What's the use of stacking up a pile of turtle shells? Aren't you destined to be broken by my sword?"

He Changqing, who was filled with pretentious airs, stepped forward. He was clearly panting heavily from exhaustion and sweating profusely, but he still deliberately smoothed his hair and straightened his back, appearing very gentlemanly.

Xuan Buzheng turned around and said expressionlessly, "But you're a step too late. Your sharpness is destined to be always short of breaking through my defense."

Song Shi wanted to laugh when he heard that. One of them attacked while the other defended. They were born to be sworn enemies.

He Changqing's eyebrows twitched and he said disdainfully, "I just didn't want to climb up like a certain someone who was crawling up like a dog."