The silver Sword Qi slashed across the sky.
Brilliant silver light, like a galaxy spraying down from the ninth heaven, vast and sprawling, made the proud sun above change color and caused the rolling clouds that spanned ten thousand miles to retreat.
An endless killing intent condensed atop the Sword Qi, a terrifying sword energy storm swept towards Ye Xiaofeng.
Ye Xiaofeng stood in the void, surrounded by roaring storms, yet he stood unmoved.
His black hair whipped about.
His shining eyes were radiant as stars.
With supreme confidence.
Even though Xiao Yi had just forcefully slain Chen Xia, Ye Xiaofeng was still confident that Xiao Yi was far from being his match; he merely raised his hand casually.
