Before Dragon Emperor Mountain, the Plain-clothed Figure stood proudly, wind and snow swirling around him as he resisted the pressure of the divine sword.
High in the void, the sword spirit had taken form. Fury could not be concealed in the eyes of the eleven- or twelve-year-old child, who was determined to suppress the swordsman before him here.
In the struggle between man and sword, both were proud. Though there was no killing intent, it was still perilous beyond measure.
"Why will you not draw your sword? Do you think that if you do not draw it, I will not kill you?" The fire in the child's eyes grew ever fiercer as he shouted.
Boom
Golden light surged like raging waves, and the sword pressure intensified. Below, the ground beneath Ning Chen continuously crumbled, scarlet blood scattering across it in a bleak and ghastly sight.
"No one can take my life away. You are no exception."
With a soft shout, demonic energy surged around Ning Chen. A phantom of a hundred-zhang demonic body appeared behind him, standing tall enough to prop up heaven and earth as it bore the ever-increasing sword pressure.
"Royal Heavenly Demon!"
The child narrowed his eyes. The purity of this bloodline was undoubtedly that of royalty. This man was clearly human, so why did he possess the bloodline and power of a Royal Heavenly Demon?
As the Heavenly Demon appeared, the void churned in the far distance. A figure in black emerged, turned back toward Dragon Emperor Mountain, and his expression darkened.
Royal blood. He was actually a descendant of royalty.
Without time for further thought, Xuan Zhan's figure flashed away as he sped back along the path he had come from.
Before Dragon Emperor Mountain, the two forms of the one who knew fate appeared