In the Qionghua Realm, upon the boundless grassland, two figures were faintly visible.
One figure stood suspended in the air,
while the other lay in a large crater on the ground.
All around, within a several hundred-zhang radius, was the disarray left by the aftermath of battle.
Xu Yuan clutched Jing He's jade sword, Thousand Thorns, and bit by bit, he shifted his body out of the pit, looking up at the girl in the sky who seemed untouched by a speck of dust.
With the light of the dome behind her, her palace dress fluttered as if she were a banished fairy, her whole body emanating a golden halo like that of a celestial fairy descending to the mortal world.
Xu Yuan gripped the jade sword in his hand a little tighter.
No way to win.
Absolutely no way to win.
Ever since Tianyan broke through to become a Third Grade Great Master, the battles against him had become overwhelmingly powerful.
