Ice-cold blade light from behind him stabbed towards his heart.
The attack had happened too quickly. When Jian Wushuang realized what was happening, the blade light had been less half a centimeter away him. It was too close to escape.
There was nowhere to run to.
"Since I can't escape from it, let me face it!"
A crazy thought flashed in Jian Wushuang's mind and he tried to face the incoming attack with his body. Immediately, his Spiritual Power surged and a strong Spiritual Power Shield surrounded his heart.
"Go to hell!" Emperor Golden Snake's face was ferocious and his eyes were filled with strong killing intent. The sharp black scimitar stabbed Jian Wushuang's heart.
Clang!
A clash resounded as power undulated violently in the air.
Almost immediately, heavy wind and a storm materialized.
Experts outside the Restriction stared at the battlefield's center.
