Swoosh!
The blade of the long-handled Guandao ripped through the air, its piercing howl suddenly resounding behind Fan Wu.
The edge of the blade was so sharp, it seemed as if it could split steel.
Atop the blade, radiant lights surged, evidently enhanced by mana.
In that moment, the Shangwu Dynasty commander wielding the Guandao bore an exceptionally ferocious countenance, as if he could already envision Fan Wu's head dropping to the ground in the next instant.
He was confident that this strike of his, let alone a person's head, could even sever the head of a weaker Demon or Devil!
Even if he were to face a solid iron plate one zhang thick, he was convinced he could split it in two.
Clang!
However, when the blade of this long-handled Guandao made zero distance contact with the back of Fan Wu's neck, a jarring metal-on-metal clash erupted.
The commander could even see the area where the Guandao made contact with the neck, sparking intense flashes of light.