In his earlier years, he once clashed with a Demon Cultivator, and only when the Demon Cultivator desperately burned his blood essence to escape did he witness this scene.
"Peak Master Zhao, your serpent, is too slow."
The man's voice suddenly echoed above Zhao Shan's head.
Zhao Shan sharply looked up, only to see Chen Ye standing in midair, his robes fluttering, like an Exiled Immortal descending to the mortal realm.
"You...!"
Zhao Shan was both shocked and furious, ready to recall his magical treasure for defense.
But since Chen Ye had made his move, he gave no chance for reprieve.
"Since it's a Magical Battle, let me show you the art of Sword Control."
Chen Ye's right hand formed a sword with his fingers, lightly pointing with his fingertip.
"Zheng——"
A clear and penetrating sword chime resounded through the heavens.
A small sword, crystal-like and flowing with crimson flames, flew out from his sleeve.
