"The one who kills you is Ice Heart, Holy Son of the Heaven and Earth Sacred Land."
Ice Heart wore a flowing white dress, his hair whipping about him. He held a long sword in hand, and his peerlessly beautiful face was filled with majesty. Waves of Sword Dao resonance radiated from his body.
The immense power of that Dao resonance bent the surrounding space without end.
"The one who kills you is Liu Qin, Saintess of Tianyi Sacred Land."
Liu Qin's green hair danced around her, and she wore a green dress. Her face was grave as she looked at the Sacred Dragon Sect disciple across from her.
"The one who kills you is Wan Feng, chief disciple of the Divine Sword Sect."
Wan Feng hugged a massive sword as he looked at the flustered Sacred Dragon Sect disciple before him. With a grin, he lifted the huge sword in his arms and smashed it down at the disciple ahead.
"How boring. Looks like there's no room for me to show my skills."
Xiaoyaozi, the Holy Son of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, stood where he was with a bewildered expression. Watching tremors erupt all around him, he let out a sigh.
In the blink of an eye, he had no opponent left. Those guys had acted far too quickly, and it made him deeply annoyed.
"Right, Mo Yun got hurt just now. Maybe he's no match for that guy. I'll go give him a hand."
As if he had suddenly thought of something, Xiaoyaozi grinned. Carrying a wooden sword, he cheerfully ran toward where Mo Yun was fighting.
Watching his junior brothers being beaten back by one Human Race prodigy after another, Qingcang, standing in the sky, finally put away his earlier disdain and looked at Ye Lin with