"This... What is this?" Huang Shi's eyes widened with disbelief.
"A simple weapon," a smirk appeared on Lu Ming's face as he slashed with the sword.
Boom!
A blinding light emitted from the sword, covering the entire area in dazzling radiance as a soul-ringing sound resonated.
Lu Zhen looked up in the air and saw a blinding light right next to the sun. "Another sun?" he had a question mark on his face as he finally heard the soul-ringing sound.
His ears bled as Lu Zhen's eyes widened, his internal organs damaged just from the blast.
"What just happened?" he thought, looking up in the air again after fully recovering. "I should go up," Lu Zhen muttered as he used the ground as his momentum to launch himself in the air.
Only a first-stage martial artist could truly fly in the air without any support. The most Lu Zhen could do was jump high and manoeuvre himself in the air; he couldn't truly fly.
