The last person was a man in white. He looked to be in his fifties. His brows were sharp like swords and his face was cold.
He carried an iron sword on his back, simple and unadorned.
There was a sharp and incisive aura about him, as if he was a sword.
When Tang Hao cast his gaze over, he also looked up. His golden eyes shone brightly and shot out two rays of light, which transformed into a sword shape and stabbed fiercely.
Tang Hao's expression changed slightly, but he wasn't afraid.
This was just a test!
Furthermore, this was a spiritual assault! This was a show of strength!
Tang Hao stood still and opened his eyes. With a roar, a deafening dragon's roar exploded. In his eyes, two beams of light shot out, transforming into a dragon to meet the attack.
Bang! Bang!
Two light sounds rang out as the soul wills of both sides collided and exploded at the same time, vanishing into nothingness.
This clash was evenly matched!
