The rich golden light bathed Jiangqian Mountain's pale face in a golden glow. A look of absolute horror suddenly flashed in his cold, ashen pupils.
Zhaang Ye's sudden attack had already caught Jiangqian Mountain by surprise. What horrified him even more was that the whip in Zhaang Ye's hand pulsed with an immense Suppression and an ancient aura. It was clearly an Ancient True Artifact. In Zhaang Ye's grasp, this Ancient True Artifact unleashed such colossal power that a single crack of the whip seemed to make the heavens and the earth themselves change color.
"Hmph!"
With an angry snort, a jade-colored Long Sword materialized in Jiangqian Mountain's hand, and he slashed directly at Zhaang Ye's Long Whip.
