Even though it was summer, sudden heavy snow descended on all sides of Yu Capital City.
The flurries of snowflakes were getting denser, almost obscuring the view of the audience. The crystalline snowflakes felt slightly prickly as they landed, simply because they contained profound Sword Intent.
The reason for this snowstorm was due to the two Tianyuan Swordmans suspending themselves high in the sky. Before the duel had even begun, an infinite chilling intent pierced the sky, solemnizing the atmosphere from all ends.
The Western Sea Sword Emperor wore the appearance of a robust middle-aged man. He had a wide and sturdy square face, his skin dark with lines, with a height neither tall nor short, giving off a feeling of solidity.
His aura perfectly matched his name.
Despite his regular features and somewhat rustic appearance, when he rose into the air under everyone's gaze, an awe-inspiring essence of a grandmaster emanated from him.
