But now, some nobody who had appeared from who knew where, a blind man with his eyes covered, actually dared to toy with him?
Xuanyuan Que narrowed his eyes.
His right hand gripped the spirit sword tightly, his five fingers almost crushing the hilt. His knuckles crackled, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged, like little snakes slithering beneath his skin.
His breathing grew heavy. His nostrils flared, and each breath he exhaled turned into a cloud of white mist in the cold air.
Then he suddenly roared!
"Die—!"
Clang—!
In an instant, the spirit sword in his hand burst into flames!
It was no exaggeration to say that these were no ordinary flames.
They were the spiritual energy burning with his fury!
They were Xuanyuan Que's trump card!
In a flash, flames ignited at the hilt and rapidly spread across the entire blade.
The flames were an eerie blue-white, their temperature astonishingly high. The air around them warped from the heat.
The snowflakes evaporated into nothing before they could even draw near, leaving not so much as a wisp of steam.
As the flames blazed, the Sword Qi in Xuanyuan Que's hand surged once more!
The sword beam, originally three feet long, suddenly stretched to more than ten feet!
Blue-white flames burned along that ten-foot Sword Qi, flickering and twisting like a fiery serpent poised to devour its prey!
At the same time, his cultivation reached its peak!
He was about to surpass the moment Ye Honglian had broken through earlier!
This was his true, unreserved pinnacle. It could be said that at this moment, no one could stand against him!
A tremendous pressure radiated from him, like an invisible mountain bearing down in every direction.
Several men in black a thousand yards away could still