Fang Hong naturally heard the other party's question clearly—
It's just that at this juncture, he had no intention to think too much. He saw the mont the other party was stunned, and as his concentration reached its peak, it was as if a flash of inspiration struck his heart—this was the chance! He silently shouted to seize the mont, and imdiately swung his left hand with force.
The two Energy Angels in front imdiately withdrew, resembling two successive streaks of silver light blinking forward and back.
Fang Hong placed his hand on its shoulder, and at that mont, it was as if a wheel of silver fla appeared in his eyes—but it was rely a reflection of the scene before him—a Light Gate unfolded before him, and a white ring of light suddenly expanded to its largest.
Then it swiftly contracted, swallowing both Fang Hong and the Energy Angel. Just as the Light Gate closed, it opened another gate a hundred feet away, the timing so exact that it was like a stream of light, falling into the depths of the darkness in that direction.
In the afterimage of the sight, it turned direction once more, resembling a fleeting silver zigzag.
After two or three twists, it completely vanished into the depths of darkness.
The process took no more than a single breath.
Qing actually regained his senses at the last mont. If he seriously tried to stop him, he could have intercepted Fang Hong, but after his eyes flickered slightly, he only stood still with a long spear in hand, silently watching Fang Hong disappear into the depths of the cave.
Not until the surroundings quieted completely did he move a step. Instead, he pondered for a long ti at the spot before slowly lowering the long spear in his hand, glancing ahead—his gaze landing on the dismantled Energy Angel.
He then walked a few steps forward, bent down to pick up a fragnt from the ground, and silently turned over the silver shell. Qing saw that the shell, which should have been silver, now emitted a peculiar dim light.
However, that dark light was now gradually fading, revealing its original silver sheen beneath. When he touched it with his finger, it drew out a golden arc, but this light quickly faded, and Qing recognized it—it was a magic power reaction.
He looked up again, glancing around, as his gaze fell into his live broadcast room.
Inside the live broadcast room, indeed, so people were discussing the previous events:
"Is that young man a student of Sword Saint 'R'?"
"Are you kidding? He's a Combat Artisan."
"But did you see that move by the Sword Bearer earlier, wasn't it the signature technique of 'R'?"
"The Dragon Fang Sword—Broken Sky Slash isn't exclusive to 'R'."
"That's not just simple Dragon Strike Swordsmanship; it's the Secret Sword—Broken Sky Slash, maintaining over eleven strikes in balance, only one person in the world has done it. And even Big Brother Qing recognized it, right?"
The debaters were rendered speechless.
Qing also remained silent.
While in the live broadcast room, more people were confused and asking—who exactly is Sword Saint 'R'? Indeed, who is Sword Saint 'R'? Qing unwittingly looked down at the cross-star-shaped arm shield on his left hand, a shield composed of four Constructs, a Magic Guided Wonder nad Azure Cross Star.
Known as a famous Legendary Level wonder shield, it could also be said to be one of the reasons he was called the 'Pale Spear.' Yet on the longer rib of the shield, a clearly visible slash mark was etched.
This slash seed to only need to shift three inches upwards to slice him along his arm and half his body into two, and he still vividly rembered that stunning slash that nearly shattered his entire fighting spirit.
It was actually that battle that seed to determine everything afterward. The man, who only left an 'R' as his codena, wielding one long and one short sword, seed destined to leave an undying legend on that stage.
Even until he left the arena, Qing never knew the real ID or na of the other party.
What people repeatedly ntioned was nothing more than three years ago, the naless Sword Saint on Mount Holy Pact. The only legend was a Holy Sword Void Severer—Dragon Strike Ultimate Art.
Qing gently threw the fragnt aside.
'R' is back, so what about those who turned the tide on Mount Holy Pact?
Suddenly, he thought about his own guild, and the huge Alliance—Descendants of Flor, or as he preferred to call the 'Forr Alliance' giant entity. But does the heritage of V.E.M still represent the glory of the past today, what direction does the divergence of history after Mount Holy Pact point to?
Qing never realized this question, because it wasn't sothing people at their level could discuss.
But at this mont, a sudden understanding flashed in his heart.
...
Fang Hong felt the scenery around him accelerating backward.
Yet he did not dare to halt his steps, he summoned nearly all the Energy Angels continuously, after blinking seven or eight tis, even he was unsure how deep into the underground caves he had ventured.
He had actually been in this direction once before; it should still be part of the underground river course—previously when he and Eve were searching for the Dragon's Initial Scale in the natural cave, they had to pass through this direction.
He recalled this direction should be a dead end.
But the golden Ring of Fla in his palm continued to extend a weak fla forward, pointing in this direction. Fang Hong looked up, but there was nothing unexpected in front, still an impenetrable dark scene.
He could only rely on his impression to roughly guess that the end should not be far away.
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