Suddenly, a murderous aura fell and frightened him. Wu Wei's cold face appeared in front of him, revealing a sneer.
Both of them were nine-stars martial emperors, and there was not much difference in their strength. It was impossible for them to divert their attention to other things while restraining each other.
Zhou Xiang, who was sitting at the Round Table, stood up with a serious look on his face. Zhao Yu had already beaten him by one star, and now that he was charging at him in a frenzy, he was not someone he could block. But at this moment, he could only brace himself and face it.
"Get out of the way."
Yunxiao's faint voice rang out. Zhou Xiang turned his head and was taken aback when he saw a sword slowly emerge in Yunxiao's right hand, its surface flickering with purple and green colors, and a vague Dragon shape.
"What does he want to do?"
Not only Zhou Xiang, but everyone else was also confused. Was he going to do it himself?
