On the other side, it was as if an Asura Purgatory had descended. The gleam of blades and swords intertwined like crisscrossed lightning, spreading wantonly, while the thick scent of blood was tangible enough to make one gag.
Shi Feiyang seemed like an invincible War God emerging from the ancient War God Temple, his awe-inspiring aura materializing as a cold frost, spreading outward fiercely.
Wherever he went, the air seemed to freeze, vibrating subtly.
At this moment, he unleashed the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique, which was renowned throughout the Jianghu and struck fear into the hearts of many. His form was quicker than lightning, leaving only a fleeting, indistinguishable shadow in his path, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, leaving behind a phantom glow.
