The light was dim, the wind wailed, and the sky was covered in cracks that were slowly mending. The ground had split open with fissures everywhere, rubble scattered in all directions, leaving utter devastation behind. Countless people stared at the scene before them in shock. This was the battle sparked by two Imperial Sons.
The gate guards stationed around the red gate wore astonished expressions. This battle was also the most terrifying one they had witnessed in over a thousand years. Those two Imperial Sons had indeed not disappointed them.
In the sky, Zhao Fu held the Massacre Sword in one hand, blood staining his chest. In the huge pit on the ground, Zang Mingyue was in far worse shape—his body was almost dyed red with blood, and his aura had weakened considerably.
Killing intent surged in Zhao Fu's eyes. If he did not kill someone like this, the future consequences would be endless. Once Zang Mingyue brought his empire down upon him later, Zhao Fu would not even know how he died.
Clang!
Zhao Fu vanished from where he stood. In the next second, he appeared before Zang Mingyue, his sword sweeping out a sharp streak of sword light as it cleaved toward him.
Zang Mingyue hurriedly raised his blade and swung it, sending forth a fierce blade radiance that collided with the sword light Zhao Fu had unleashed. Blade and sword met with a resounding clang.
Zhao Fu's expression turned ruthless as black flames ignited over his body. He pressed forward with his sword, forcing Zang Mingyue's blade down inch by inch. Zang Mingyue glared at Zhao Fu viciously, then suddenly roared.
Boom!
A powerful aura erupted from Zang Mingyue's body, blasting even Zhao Fu away. Zang Mingyue's blood seemed to be burning, like violet blood-colored flames. That