Killing intent spread, flooding the space between heaven and earth with a grim, murderous aura!
Eight ancient figures hovered in the void, their immense pressure causing the world around them to tremble and quake!
Standing tall beneath the firmament, Ye Wushuang's sword-like gaze was defiant as he coldly swept his eyes over the eight men.
CLANG!
A flash of crimson light flared. The Dragon Blood Battle Saber was drawn. With a clear ring, it howled to the Nine Heavens, unleashing a Battle Intent that threatened to dominate the sky!
"You've said enough nonsense. It's all just to show off how impressive you are. Eight of you to deal with a junior like me—you're truly impressive, all right. So, let's fight!"
Ye Wushuang said coldly, and with a jolt, he stepped forward. His Battle Intent surged madly. 'So what if there are eight of them? As long as I'm not dead, I will fight!'
This surge of Battle Intent made the eyes of the eight surrounding men flicker.
