Unexpected

Zhao Xin walked over step by step. The victor was obvious.

Screech!

Rip!

At the sudden sounds, Zhao Xin's expression changed abruptly.

A shattered web-like pattern surfaced in the void. Sword Qi crisscrossed through it, while the demonic broadsword radiated Sword Qi like an evilized Divine Dragon, carrying a terrifyingly dreadful might.

In an instant, winds and clouds surged above the firmament, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring.

The Sword Qi cleaved across the sky, splitting a hundred-zhang stretch of void and leaving behind a terrifying sword scar that vanished in a flash.

Zhao Xin could not move from the spot!

A trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He had been injured.

Everyone was dumbfounded!

Sword Emperor Yan Tian's move of drawing the fire from beneath the cauldron had indeed been beautifully executed. That peerless swordsmanship was worthy of a Sword Emperor.

Sword Emperor Yan Tian's face was full of mockery as he walked step by step to Zhao Xin. "You want to fight this old man? You're still too green."

With that, he gathered power in his right hand, assuming the posture of slapping Zhao Xin to death.

Zhao Xin looked extremely flustered and stammered, "I... I... I..."

Then his aura shook violently, and he thrust out an icy blade. Sand and stones flew, and heaven and earth dimmed.

When they looked again, the two had already become a clash of blade light and sword shadows, wind, stones, and fireballs!

After that exchange, the surroundings were swept by a heaven-shaking momentum!

Everyone's palms and backs were drenched in sweat from watching. It was truly spectacular.

Sword Emperor Yan Tian's sword intent was like a world-shaking sword, spreading across the entire martial arena.

Zhao Xin's blade intent was no weaker. His frigid blade aura surged in