In the low sky, the air shook violently. Countless flames scattered in every direction like streams of fire, their rumbling tremors like thunderbolts out of a clear sky.
Peals of thunder deafened the ears.
Above the imperial palace, the Great Qian Dynasty's city-defense general stood in midair. A dark-gold saber floated and danced before him, unleashing slashes of metallic energy.
With each move, they crashed down like savage bolts of lightning, trying to stop the powerful enemy attacking the city.
The intruder thrust his spear down.
The general's Saber Energy was utterly destroyed on the spot.
A fierce surge swept down, sending many of the defending soldiers flying backward.
The general steadied himself and stared uncertainly at the War Armor on his chest, which had cracked from the impact.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with extreme resentment and disbelief, roaring over and over in his heart:
Damn it! Damn it! How did this bastard become so strong!
He abruptly raised his head. Opposite him, Mo Changxiong's face was full of killing intent. He hurled his spear, punching a staggering hole through the palace gates.
"What happens today has nothing to do with you. Get lost!" No one knew how Ji Wufeng had trained Mo Changxiong, but his strength had actually increased further.
Now, he looked utterly ferocious, and for the moment, no one on the Great Qian Dynasty's side could match him.
"Kill!" the general roared furiously, charging ahead of the others with his saber.
Mo Changxiong looked disdainful. He lunged forward and snatched up the spear that had pierced the gates, carrying the imposing air of a lone warrior holding a pass, ready to kill even gods who stood in his way.
He rampaged straight ahead, single-handedly pushing eighty meters beyond the gates!
For a time, nothing