Ye Ling's sword was swift and fierce.
As quick as lightning, as ferocious as a dam burst.
The complexion of Cloud and Daoist suddenly changed, and the Ancient Bronze Qingfeng in his hand had already been raised, crashing onto the Primal Sword Embryo in Ye Ling's hand.
Clang clang, the sound was like iron halberds colliding, Ye Ling's entire body had hair dancing wildly, his expression was ferocious, and the fierceness in his eyes made Cloud and Daoist tremble instantaneously, alarming his heart.
Wave after wave of terrifying aura kept assaulting Cloud and Daoist's body, and to his great shock, he watched as his Ancient Bronze Qingfeng instantly developed terrible cracks.
The cracks spread across the blade like a spider web, and the unrivaled sword light instantly dimmed.
"Old thing, I told you, you're going to die!"
Ye Ling roared insanely as he pressed down with the Primal Sword Embryo, and boom boom boom, the Nine Great Golden Cores within his body roared to life.
