Zhou Mingyu!
Li Jianchen!
In everyone's eyes, the two stood facing each other.
Who would win and who would lose?
No one knew for the moment.
Only to see Zhou Mingyu pressing one hand against his chest, exerting tremendous force without restraint, yet still, a bit of crimson seeped out. However, he couldn't care less, his eyes fixed on Xu Yang as he hissed, "Golden Core Sword Jue?"
"Merely a broken move!"
Xu Yang, having transformed from a middle-aged appearance to that of a withered old man, shook his head and gripped the battered long sword in his hand.
"..."
Zhou Mingyu stared at him, taking a long while before finally speaking, "For a single tier-one Spirit Land, you would go to such lengths?"
Xu Yang's expression remained unchanged as he said faintly, "Li Mou has wandered half a life to secure a place of refuge, to leave as a legacy for future generations. For this cause, I wield my sword, preferring to break rather than bend!"
"You...!"
