The Shooting Flood Dragon Platform, spanning a diameter of three zhang, was densely packed with Qi mechanisms, as sword momentum clashed with the forces of heaven and earth.
On Jiang Li's neck, red patterns silently spread, his skin became translucent like crystal, making even the subcutaneous veins and muscle fibers faintly visible.
This was a horrifying sight, but on Jiang Li, even the veins and flesh shimmered with the color of crystal, devoid of any bloodiness, possessing only an indescribable divinity.
He stood on the Shooting Flood Dragon Platform, his figure reflected in the eyes of Master Yuan Zhen and all around yet beyond their perception.
Seeming to exist and yet not exist, Master Yuan Zhen's sword momentum appeared to counter Jiang Li's but was in fact contending with the forces of nature itself.