That sword strike just now had looked calm and effortless, but it had all been an act.
When the sword fell, the golden dragon shattered, and he had already suffered severe injuries.
He simply hadn't shown them.
At this moment, in order to maintain his cool facade, he could only grit his teeth and endure.
At the same time, he was utterly horrified inside.
Just what kind of monster was that guy?
"Second sword, fall."
Rip.
The surrounding space was violently torn open, and countless strands of sword qi emerged from the void.
These densely packed strands of sword qi formed a long Sword Qi River in the void, then surged straight toward Wang Ziyi.
Though this Sword Qi River appeared ordinary, it was in truth filled with boundless murderous intent.
Ye Lin had already used fifty percent of his strength.
He also wanted to see whether this guy could withstand this sword.
Could this guy still remain so calm and effortless?
"Damn it."
Wang Ziyi's expression darkened.
This sword was more than twice as powerful as the previous one.
If he kept putting on airs, he might really die here.
"Fortune of the dynasty, come."
Wang Ziyi rose to his feet and let out a roar.
In an instant, the fortune of the entire Xuanyuan Dynasty trembled as golden power of national fortune frantically gathered toward him.
The aura around him also grew increasingly terrifying.
His aura surged straight toward the second level of the Quasi-Saint Realm.
"Come."
Wang Ziyi stepped forward, and a terrifying aura swept in all directions.
Facing the mighty Sword Qi River before him, he used no technique at all, merely throwing out a simple punch.
A phantom golden dragon condensed behind him.
As he threw that punch, incomparably terrifying and domineering power gathered upon