Xing Shangxuan swept the great saber in his hand, and the puppets Yang An had sliced into countless chunks of flesh collapsed one after another, turning into vast amounts of black mist that the saber absorbed.
From Yang An's perspective, it was as though Xing Shangxuan held two enormous black holes in his hands, staring at him with Killing Intent surging skyward.
Words were useless. Yang An already understood why the other party had come and what he intended to do. He had no choice but to deal with this man.
Yang An raised a hand, and countless rays of light gathered over both hands, forming two sharp blades in an instant as he stood toe-to-toe with Xing Shangxuan.
The tension between them was drawn swords and bent bows, and the next moment, they collided head-on.
As both figures turned into two blurs, countless sparks instead erupted continuously through the air.
The light was like blazing fire, igniting the Killing Intent on Xing Shangxuan's sabers in dazzling splendor.
In no more than the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of blows with their weapons.
The next moment, Yang An withdrew, looking with surprise at the blade formed from light in his hand.
The blade had been formed from light to begin with, so there were no chips or gaps in it. Yet wisps of black smoke had appeared upon it, only to be swiftly eradicated by the light.
The great sabers in Xing Shangxuan's hands were entirely formed from Killing Intent, yet they could withstand Yang An's light. This was the first time Yang An had encountered something capable of contending with his power. This man was truly no simple opponent.
Xing Shangxuan revealed himself at that moment. With a flick of his two great sabers, a