The scepter was filled with compressed holy light, the color of which had changed from gold to blazing white. The temperature was so high that it ignited the air, causing it to crackle and pop.
Chen Ping did not turn around.
He turned slightly to the side, the scepter grazed his ear, and lifted a strand of black hair.
At the same time, the Dragon Slayer Sword swung upwards, its purple sword energy slashing towards the middle-aged man’s wrist.
The middle-aged man snorted coldly, retracted his scepter, and blocked the sword energy.
The sword energy struck the scepter, producing a piercing metallic clang and sending sparks flying.
The middle-aged man was jolted back half a step, a look of seriousness flashing in his eyes.
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