In the vast void, a mighty river surged.
Zhao Pijiang frowned deeply, his desire to challenge Yan Xin burning fiercely within him.
He was not like Elder Ao, whose life was half-buried, long devoid of youthful vigor.
Holding immense power in Yihai Prefecture, he wielded the ability to decide life and death; commanding legions of tigers and wolves at his command!
The imposing evil aura he nurtured over the years was enough to crush an ordinary Four Cultivation Grandmasters.
"Yan Xin, since you dare to block my way, why hide in the shadows? Let this general experience your Supreme Sword Dao!"
Zhao Pijiang's physical body trembled fiercely, every inch of flesh roared like a hundred beasts, unleashing visible ripples that tore through the gathered vitality, forming a terrifying storm.
The Grand General spread his five fingers and pulled sharply, a pitch-black dragon soared skyward, fearlessly smashing into the Sword Qi River blocking his path!
Bang!
