"Brat, to die under my sword is the greatest honor of your life!"
The Spirit Sword of the Xuan Sect Ancestor gleamed coldly, its Sword Qi sweeping through the void, splitting towards Ye Tian.
The powerful sound of it breaking through the air was like the howl of the Death God.
However, Ye Tian held Yu Xiaoxi in one arm, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, without a trace of panic, motionless.
He just quietly watched the sword come at him, not even blinking an eye.
Yu Xiaoxi suddenly shouted, crying, "Brother Ye Tian, quickly dodge, don't worry about me, woo woo woo~~~"
"Run, quickly~~ Xiao Xi begs you."
Yu Xiaoxi struggled desperately in Ye Tian's embrace, trying to push him away, to take the blow for him.
She knew that for her Master to have survived until now, his strength must have reached the peak of the Martial Arts World.
In this world, the only one who could stand against her Master was likely that man from earlier.
But how could he possibly come!!
