A thousand miles beyond Zhenwei City.
Space had been torn apart like strips of cloth ripped to shreds—a truly miserable sight.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
High in the sky, Jun Changxiao and Great Emperor Zhenwei stood several hundred zhang apart, dense Sword Momentum gathering around them as they faced off like needle against awl.
Judging from their earlier exchange, they seemed evenly matched.
"Although Great Emperor Zhenwei is also a Sword Martial Dual Saint, judging by how he wields Sword Momentum, he is still slightly inferior to the Sect Master. He should have forcibly raised his strength with some special secret art," He Wudi commented.
"..."
Ye Xingchen remained silent.
This guy really knew far more than he did!
Just who was he? What was his true identity?
That said.
Jun Changxiao had also improved through all kinds of Aptitude Liquid. He had not even comprehended the Sword Dao throughout the process, so why did he not feel so hollow and unstable?
The answer was simple.
This guy's cheat was on an extremely high level.
Great Emperor Zhenwei slightly flexed the fingers of his sword-holding right hand and said coldly, "Sect Master Jun's Sword Dao is extraordinary. This Emperor greatly admires it."
"Likewise, likewise."
Though the two were exchanging commercial compliments, they remained utterly focused on one another, for the battle had only just begun, and what followed would be even fiercer!
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Sure enough, after their brief exchange, both once more transformed into sword lights and clashed madly in midair. The battle was impossible to describe; only from the ripples spreading outward could one tell how terrifyingly high-level it was!
"Young Master!"
Elder Lin, who had fled a thousand miles away, said in disbelief, "That golden-armored martial artist calls himself 'This Emperor.' Could he be... Great Emperor Zhenwei, whom we