Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thunder roared in the sky, terrifying waves of air lifted layers of thunderclouds, and strands of lightning separated from the thunderclouds, merging into the arms of the young, handsome man. Two terrifying dragon shadows turned illusionary, charging straight towards Wang Xuanyi. The dragon shadows seemed like two clouds of mist, clearly containing immense destructive power, yet giving a sense of unreality.
Young Lord of a Hundred Swords, Wang Xuanyi, in his flowing white robe, had three inches of sword light piercing out from his eyes. The silver longsword in his hand lightly trembled, emitting bursts of sword whistling sounds.
Poof!
With one sword slash, like the gentle breeze caressing the face, the two masses of electrical mist immediately dimmed. Before anyone could react, Wang Xuanyi lifted his sword again, instantly slashing out more than ten strokes, leaving only the illusory shadow of the silver sword in the air.
"Again!"
