Chapter Twenty Eight.... Illusory Cloud

"Blood buddhist palm".

The monk roared, a huge phantom palm appeared and smashed towards Ye Xiu.

Ye Xiu brandished his sword, its gleaming sword reflecting the faint light of the surroundings. With a swift motion, he unsheathed the sword from its scabbard, the sound of metal scraping against metal echoing through the air. The sword seemed to hum with an terrify sword aura energy, its presence commanding attention.

He swung his sword, a blue streak qi collided against the palm.

Boom!.

The entire temple crumbling into pieces and huge tremor echo through the surroundings.

Ye Xiu retreated four steps backward while the monk also retreated with four steps.

The monk was shocked.

The monk beheld the sword with a mix of awe and trepidation, sensing the formidable energy emanating from it. He knew that Ye Xiu was a force to be reckoned with, and that his sword attainment was high, capable of unleashing great power.

But he didn't expect them to be evenly matched.

"He must die".

The Monk place