The instant the two collided, the ground of the martial arena abruptly shattered. A visible ripple of force spread outward, sending wild winds dancing as those standing too close were swept into the air.
When Mo saw that the old man had finally yielded, every bit of fat on his body trembled with laughter. Yet as he laughed, the talisman ghost's expression grew even uglier.
Six qi swords appeared six feet around Jiang Yichen, their hilts facing upward and their blades pointed at the ground. They looked dim and muted, yet gleamed with a bluish-white light as they revolved around him.
"Do you still not understand?!" Su Xueying gritted her teeth. The azure flame sword stopped about ten feet before it reached Xiao Yan's chest, and her voice was clearly filled with even greater anger.
"It's useless. The outcome of this battle was decided the moment I released my Shikai." Hirako smiled smugly, finally able to hold his head high for once.
At the mention of the martial world, people could easily think of the nighttime murder incidents that had been spreading like wildfire through it lately.
This place had gathered the core forces of more than half of the Northern Wasteland. For these people with such tangled grudges to assemble here in such peace was already no easy feat.
Everyone present was an expert who dominated their own region. No matter how fierce the clash between the two was, they would not be unable to withstand even the aftershocks that spread out.
"Zixian is so generous. Your husband will definitely reward you properly!" Long Tao picked her up around the waist and carried her toward the bed.
As usual, after two thousand push-ups, he practiced the free-combat techniques he had mastered several times. He discovered that as he grew