"Clang!" The sword light flashed, and the Snow Eagle's sword abruptly pointed at Ye Jiuyou's face.
This might be his first head-on confrontation with an opponent—the previous owner who had crushed an entire great realm.
Zhao Changhe said he lacked the courage to face opponents directly, but that's not necessarily true... It was merely a dormant concealment of his claws, only to be revealed when necessary.
"Ding!" Ye Jiuyou merely extended one finger, gently pinching the sword tip.
Sword light erupted beside him.
If Snow Eagle's sword was a sudden flash of lightning, then the other sword was a thunderstorm. The overwhelming Sword Qi roared like a fierce tiger raising its head to roar in anger, revealing its jagged fangs.
Han Wubing... The King of Hundreds of Weapons, the White Tiger Sword.
Xia Chichi and Yue Hongling gasped simultaneously.
Not to mention cultivation, his intent of the White Tiger was far more standard than theirs... much more standard...
