Thus, Lin Tianming turned his gaze toward Liang Shaorong at the highest point in the sky.
Under his watchful eyes, Liang Shaorong was still locked in fierce combat with Hua Zhenxing. Their battlefield was intensely heated, and every strike concealed deadly intent.
As it stood, Liang Shaorong was still at a disadvantage, with the entire battle proceeding according to Hua Zhenxing's rhythm, leaving the situation firmly under his control.
If this continues, Liang Shaorong's predicament will likely grow more and more dire.
In the end, Liang Shaorong might very well prove to be no match for Hua Zhenxing.
But this was merely conjecture—no one could predict whether Liang Shaorong had some hidden trump card up his sleeve. The same, of course, applied to Hua Zhenxing.
After all, both Liang Shaorong and Hua Zhenxing had cultivated for years and were key figures in the powers they represented.
