It was familiar—far too familiar. This move was something Yang Qin had once wielded freely on the battlefield, and it was also the one she had used most often.
Yet no one could have imagined that someone would one day use such a move again. At the same time, it revealed Ye Tian's terrifying speed of cultivation.
Unfortunately, when the Reincarnation Sword Art collided with the Golden Solemn Sword Art, the latter emerged victorious.
Flames shook heaven and earth. The two blades intertwined, countless tongues of fire erupting forth, yet when all was said and done, Yue Xian still held the upper hand.
"Six-colored divine fire truly lived up to its reputation." Ye Tian gripped his numbed arm and forced himself to remain calm.
Yue Xian's strength far exceeded his expectations. This was simply not damage an Eight-Star Immortal Emperor should have been capable of inflicting—at least, Ye Tian did not believe he himself could do it.
"Hahahaha! Old man, did you see that? My sword art is the best under heaven! Even the Reincarnation Sword Art cannot stand against me!" Yue Xian seemed arrogantly pleased with himself, repeatedly reminding He Yijian just how powerful he had become.
He Yijian merely drank, listening to Yue Xian's words before replying indifferently, "An arrogant young dandy who has achieved only a little, yet feels the need to boast so extravagantly?"
It had clearly been nothing more than an insignificant snort, yet Yue Xian had heard it.
Yes, Yue Xian truly was arrogant and exceedingly conceited. He could not bear to hear others speak of him that way.
Even from his own master, Yue Xian could not accept it. Unfortunately, he could not leave this place for the time being, so he could only vent his towering rage upon Ye Tian.
Although Ye