At that moment, Nie Feibai forcefully slashed out a terrifying sword light that tore through the sky. Everything around them seemed to enter a world of ice and snow, and a gigantic ice cicada appeared before everyone's eyes, pouncing straight at Ye Xiwen.
The icy snow swept outward in an instant. By now, Nie Feibai had been driven to the point of bloodshot eyes and had long since stopped caring about Ye Qianqian, whom he had once greatly coveted. Compared to himself, what was Ye Qianqian worth?
A streak of bloody light flew from Ye Xiwen's body and transformed into an ancient mirror painted with demonic figures. It enveloped Ye Qianqian, dropping curtain after curtain of light that kept the ice and snow outside.
Ye Qianqian's eyes flickered. She looked at Ye Xiwen, then seemed to say nothing after all, merely clenching her fair little hands tightly.
Faced with Nie Feibai's sudden outburst, Ye Xiwen did not panic. It was as though he had anticipated it all along. Sword Qi continued to gush from his body, forming a storm of Sword Qi around him.
All of Nie Feibai's power gathered together. The sword he slashed out made onlookers shudder, that ice cicada seeming capable of freezing the entire world solid.
Ye Xiwen retreated several steps in succession, raised his wrist, and the iron sword in his hand shot forth in an instant. The iron sword tore through the sky, fully displaying the might of an Earth-tier weapon.
Fast!
Fast!
Fast!
Ye Xiwen's sword seemed to possess no other distinguishing trait. If it had to have one, it was speed. The ice cicada had originally been the attacker, opening its huge mouth to swallow Ye Xiwen whole and grind him to pieces with sword light.
But when they truly clashed, Ye