If Yao Mie Sheng was an invincible overlord overlooking the world, his every move intimidating the hearts of men, then Shi Xiaole was an unparalleled swordsman who roamed the world. Fearless of monarchs and tyrants, he did things his own way; under his sword, all things surrendered.
When both their auras reached their peak, it seemed as if time and space came to a standstill. The wind stopped blowing, the clouds stopped changing, and even people's thoughts were momentarily stalled.
The next moment.
An immensely vast fist descended from the heavens. At hundreds of feet away from Shi Xiaole, the air beneath his feet had already been pushed away, creating a near vacuum-like channel. Outside the channel, the wind billowed, roaring like thunder.
"First-level, fifth-tier strength!"
The facial muscles of a fifth-tier Earth Immortal twitched.
