Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
Xiao Yi's entire being blazed with a warlike eagerness that had never been as intense as in this moment.
What was Xiao Tianjiao?
What was Emperor Qian?
Before him stood the strongest genius in the history of Qingtian Realm, the esteemed super existence known as Martial God Zhao Wuji, who had been the unparalleled figure in this starry sky since ancient times.
"Youngster, take my sword!"
Dark light swirled around Zhao Wuji, and the broken sword in his hand became like a storm incarnate, its surface flickering with black flames that surged uncertainly, like the fiery breath of a dragon.
Streams of Sword Qi made from tongues of fire extended a hundred yards across, as if bridging the void itself.
"Split the waters to find White Heron Island!"
With one swing of his sword, Xiao Yi's blade shone like a boat, sailing through the wind and waves, forcibly cleaving the black Sword Qi before him.
Their first head-on exchange was merely a probe.
