C1940 It Was Actually Master Stage

As Zhang Zhenfeng raised his blade high, poised to strike, a fiery red sword light slashed through the air. The sharp glow radiated intense, scorching energy, grazing just above Zhang Zhenfeng's head. His hair immediately curled, as if on the verge of igniting.

The sword light vanished in an instant, cleaving the wooden cabin in two. The roof was sheared off