Ye Yinzhu didn't move, still maintaining the same posture as before, with only the Phoenix Feather in his hand slowly turning direction according to Marshall Martin's position, his intent constantly locked on his opponent.
"Kill—," another loud shout arose, but this time it was Zi's voice.
Zi didn't care about the Dragon Spear that Martin thrust towards him. A huge purple light, like a mountain, appeared between his hands. It was a Heavy Sword, a sword that would make any Heavy Sword Warrior ashamed. The sword, with a total length of seventeen meters, had a blade longer than thirteen meters.
