"You little beast, today is the day you die!" Ye Jianzhong roared as he cleaved down with his blade. The blade light wielded by a Dharma Idol Realm Ninth Heaven expert was terrifying beyond imagination. Countless air currents were instantly sliced apart, and even the resentment permeating the air was shattered in an instant.
At that moment, a flame suddenly appeared in Ye Xiwen's palm, condensing into a flaming longsword. In a flash, he slashed out as well, meeting Ye Jianzhong head-on without yielding an inch.
"Is that all you've got? Then fall before me, little beast!" Ye Jianzhong shouted, bringing down the long blade in his hand and instantly splitting Ye Xiwen's raging sea of flames in two.
His speed was swift and fierce. Though he walked the path of the blade, he had grasped the true essence of speed; he was incomparably fast, and in an instant, his strike had already fallen upon Ye Xiwen.
Yet just as Ye Jianzhong thought Ye Xiwen would be cut down with a single blow, Ye Xiwen finally moved. With his other hand, he drew a longsword.
Clang!
A tremendous metallic ring erupted as the longsword burst forth with terrifying sword light and met the attack head-on.
Boom!
Blade and sword collided. In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to turn upside down. Terrifying shockwaves swept outward, cracking the air in countless places and twisting even space itself madly.
Ye Xiwen felt a tightness in his chest and staggered back several steps before barely dispelling the force. Ye Jianzhong's strength was simply outrageously powerful. Especially now, with hatred fueling his attacks and his desire to kill Ye Xiwen before anyone could react, every strike was aimed at taking his life, leaving Ye Xiwen no room to breathe.
At that moment, Ye Jianzhong