In mid-air, the giant red sword was still slowly condensing.
The red light blocked out the sun, turning the entire sky red.
Ethan Smith's face was grim, his muscles tense, and his breathing quickly adjusted to its peak.
As the trainer of the aristocratic family's heir, Dexter Blair's strength and foundation were naturally more than this.
Therefore, this technique didn't surprise Ethan Smith too much.
"Ethan Smith, go to hell!" With a slight tremble in Dexter Blair's hands, he roared, and the giant sword buzzed towards Ethan Smith!
This giant red sword seemed to contain the power of tens of thousands of pounds. Even from a distance, Ethan Smith felt an immense pressure!
It was as if ten thousand mountains were slowly suppressing him!
"Boom!"
Finally, the giant sword slammed down fiercely!
Ethan Smith roared angrily, his body bathed in bright golden light, and his fists raised up to meet the sword head-on!
"Clang!"
