The dragon battled in the wilderness, its blood black and yellow.
Troops clashed ferociously, with lives claimed every second.
In the icy, snowy landscape, Sword Qi formed a net, extinguishing all life within thirty paces.
Tang Ming's skills matched those of his past, his swordplay from Pure Brightness Hermitage was so divine and entrancing that no common master could get close.
For this day, he had practiced for an immeasurable time, carefully preparing his armor-piercing sword technique, specifically designed to shatter the hard shells of the Sea Dragon Cultivators.
Soon, the experts from the Dao Sect encircling him were either slain or gravely wounded, unable to continue the fight.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Arrows fell like rain, but a golden light emanated three inches from Tang Ming's body, deflecting all the arrows.
Impervious to blades and spears, his swordsmanship was divine.
Among the crowd, he moved as though in an uninhabited realm.
"Out of the way, out of the way!"
Boom!
