"Old scoundrel, if you want to kill me, you'd better see if you have the skills!"
Yang Fei snorted coldly, holding the Soul Binding Rope, with the Ten Directions Heavenly Furnace floating in front of him, mana surging around him, confronting Mu Qingchuan without any sign of weakness, his words carrying provocation.
"Courting death!"
Mu Qingchuan roared, an azure sword aura slashing through the air, transforming into a hundred-foot-long sword light, carrying a terrifying power as it slashed down towards Yang Fei.
Yang Fei's pupils contracted slightly, feeling the terrifying power of this sword. The fury-driven attack of a Nascent Soul mid-stage master was indeed extraordinary, far exceeding the capabilities of a Core Formation stage cultivator.
Yet now he was already a late stage Core Formation cultivator and possessed several heaven-defying treasures, so naturally, he couldn't be scared off by just one sword strike.
"Ten Directions Heavenly Furnace, suppress!"
