Xuanyuan Sword

A hundred-zhang phantom sword appeared, its terrifying sword intent blanketing the surroundings.

The powerful sword intent twisted even the space itself, as though it could not bear the pressure. Even those standing far away felt their hearts inexplicably sink.

"It seems Clan Leader Xuanyuan is truly angry. How long has it been since I last saw him lose his temper?"

"Anyone would be enraged by this. What Xuanyuan Batian did was indeed going too far."

"That's right. Not only did he attack us, he even intended to attack the Lineage elders. Who could possibly endure that?"

"..."

These factions could hardly wait for Xuanyuan Changkong to teach Xuanyuan Batian a proper lesson.

If they allowed him to continue acting so wantonly, none of the factions across the Mystic Sky Continent would be safe.

Faced with Xuanyuan Changkong's attack, Xuanyuan Batian revealed a disdainful expression.

"Big Brother, after all these years, your strength still hasn't improved. Hurry and take out the Ancestor's Will Medallion, or you won't be my match."

Xuanyuan Batian indeed had the capital to be arrogant. Netherworld had not only healed his injuries, but his strength had also improved. He had not feared Xuanyuan Changkong before; how could he fear him now?

"Make me use the Ancestor's Medallion?" Xuanyuan Changkong's expression turned stern. "Ba Tian, sometimes excessive confidence can make one lose oneself. If you want to witness the Ancestor's Medallion, defeat me first..."

"Slash!"

Xuanyuan Changkong moved his arm, and the phantom sword immediately cleaved down at Xuanyuan Batian.

Boom!

The pressure of Heaven Opening Level 3 severely compressed space. Wherever the phantom sword passed, it directly formed a vacuum.

It was as though time had fallen still at that moment.

Before the phantom sword arrived, its sword radiance had already reached him. Xuanyuan Batian's lips curled