Before, Turing Chen's martial arts skills were of course far superior to Yan Nai'er's.
But now, after Yan Nai'er had devoured the energy of the Dragon Seal Stele, her skills had advanced by leaps and bounds. The two of them were almost on the same level, with Turing Chen only slightly better.
However, Yan Nai'er held the Blood Sea Dragon Gold Sword in her hand.
In a brief moment, the platinum sword in Turing Chen's hand was chopped into two parts.
Then, with each sword strike more ferocious than the last, Yan Nai'er adopted a do-or-die stance, instantly forcing Turing Chen to break out in a cold sweat.
"Shua shua shua..."
At this moment, Yan Nai'er seemed as if she was ablaze with fervor.
Without any thought of defense, she was intent on taking Turing Chen down with her before succumbing to death.
"Yan Nai'er, if you keep pressing me like this, don't blame me for being ruthless," Turing Chen said coldly.
