Make your move! Otherwise, you will not even have the chance to attack!
A cold, deathly gleam coiled around Wang Tengfei's fingertips, carrying a palpitating aura of Nirvana of All Things.
"Li had warned me long ago. This Wang Tengfei truly has an extraordinary background!"
Seeing the cold, deathly aura swirling around Wang Tengfei's fingertips, Meng Hao's expression turned solemn. He drew a deep breath. "Then... let us fight!"
With a wave of his hand, streaks of light shot out from his storage pouch.
A full seventy-two flying swords whistled as they circled above Meng Hao's head, turning into an unending rain of swords that howled down at Wang Tengfei!
"Trivial tricks!"
Wang Tengfei curled his lip disdainfully and extended a finger toward the incoming rain of swords.
Nirvana Finger!
As his finger struck out, a cold and deathly aura erupted.
Heaven and Earth's Ruin, all things returned to silence!
"Crack, crack..."
Under the impact of that cold, deathly aura, the sword rain Meng Hao had unleashed shattered one after another, turning into countless fragments that scattered across the ground.
"Do you see? This is the difference between us!"
Wang Tengfei sneered at Meng Hao. "In my eyes, you are nothing but an ant! If you had not come onto the stage to challenge me, a lowly wretch like you would not even have had the chance to meet This Young Master!"
"An ant? Lowly?"
This had originally only been a contest for inner sect qualifications, and Meng Hao had not held much ill will toward Wang Tengfei. But hearing Wang Tengfei's insults now, anger surged in his heart.
"I will let you see who the real ant is!"
With a wave of his hand, a sword appeared in Meng Hao's grasp.
It was a very ordinary flying sword, an