"What happened? Why was he so powerful? Could it be that we had all underestimated him?"
"How did he become this powerful? How did he do it?"
"Could there be some misunderstanding? What exactly happened?"
Faced with such a miraculous move, Myriad Swords Return to Origin, they knew they had no chance of resisting it and could only meekly submit.
That was it. Such a miraculous move, such an incredible technique—in front of them, the two men simply vanished, disappearing into another dimension!
Dressed in white, he rode atop the head of the Sword Dragon and shot into the sky. An overwhelming pressure bore down on them as he soared straight to the Ninth Heaven.
One man stood in midair and spiraled straight up to the Thirty-Third Heaven. The two men were evenly matched, like needlepoint against wheat awns.
"Brat, do you dare come over? If you do, then hurry up."
Qin Hao clearly had not expected this. He had not expected this at all. However, he still had more trump cards and more hidden methods, so he naturally remained unflustered. He simply shouted angrily.
A deep chill filled his eyes. If possible, he would have slapped Ye Yang to death, but he had not done so. Naturally, he had his reasons and excuses—he needed an opportunity to kill him with one slap!
"Hmph, do you think I'm afraid of you? Do you think I pose no threat to you? If that's what you think, then you're gravely mistaken."
The two men shot upward toward the heavens at incredible speed. One black and one white, they formed an extreme contrast. In the blink of an eye, they vanished and arrived in an even higher space.
Only then did they stop, facing their respective enemies with cold eyes.
"Wait a moment.