Serious

A light breeze brushed past him. The sword intent that had made every hair on Shen Changchuan's body stand on end earlier

seemed to scatter with the wind at that very moment.

Situ Yuan and Hou Ping stood facing each other, their expressions calm and unruffled, as clear as a high sky after the clouds had parted, as though nothing had happened at all.

But Shen Changchuan knew in his heart

that this calm was only a facade.

On another level he could not see, an unimaginably fierce confrontation was erupting!

The two men's terrifying auras collided, causing even the vacuum before his eyes to twist visibly. The space between them shook violently like glass, as though it would shatter in the very next instant!

Suddenly, Bang!

A muffled sound rang out.

Hou Ping's face flushed slightly, his qi and blood surging upward, and his body staggered half a step back.

Clearly, in this clash of presence, Hou Ping had suffered a small loss.

However, not only was there not the slightest fear on Hou Ping's face, his aura instead grew even stronger.

"Situ Yuan! You shameless wretch who turned your back on your sect!"

Hou Ping let out a sharp shout. Instead of retreating, his figure advanced, taking a step forward. The longsword in his hand hummed and trembled, cold light flowing over its edge.

At the same time, the sword intent around him surged wildly, and the surrounding air seemed to be sliced into countless fragments, letting out piercing shrieks!

"Today, I will clean house on Martial Uncle's behalf!"

Before his words had even fallen, Hou Ping struck out with sudden force!

With a flick of his wrist, a dazzling sword light poured down like the Milky Way, instantly tearing through the sky as it went straight for