As the Invisible Sword shattered, Xu Ming vanished into a shadowy figure.
A trace of shock flashed through Xu Ming's eyes as he hid in the darkness.
He had thought that his elder brother's Golden Shield would be strong.
But he never expected that his sword strike would not even cause a ripple in the shield.
"Continue, let me see where your limits lie!" Xu Feng's voice resonated throughout the Daoist Field.
Another five layers of the Golden Shield were added around Xu Feng.
"With a five-layer shield, Xiaoming, go all out and use every killing move you have."
As soon as the words were spoken, eighteen Hundred Feet Spirit Swords appeared, subduing the entire Daoist Field.
Within this field of swords, Xu Ming seemed to merge with the Sword Intent.
Countless beams of sword light formed a storm, beginning to scrape at the outermost Golden Shield enveloping Xu Feng.
The sound of the Sword Qi colliding with the Golden Shield was relentless, like a symphony composed of Sword Qi.