Ding~
An extremely faint sound.
A sound in the auditory sense, yet it tore through the darkness in the visual sense.
On the high platform, it was as if nothing had transpired, Jiang Wang merely stood opposite to Jiang Wuyong, Longsword against Longsword.
The tips of the swords met, Longing against the waist of a beauty.
They clashed only once, and so gently.
But.
A massive wave of energy suddenly swept out, like a tempest passing, leaving those with weaker cultivation at the foot of the platform staggering.
Jiang Wang and Jiang Wuyong each drifted back.
Jiang Wuyong's expression was one of surprise.
Clearly, he had not expected Jiang Wang to be able to withstand his Purpura Blocks the Sun with one palm, and to withstand his Daqi Royal Family's swordsmanship as well.
But as he retreated, his eyes were already tainted with purple.
The cultivation technique he practiced was the Supreme Imperial Purple Sovereignty, the highest of the Daqi Royal Family.
