High above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, clouds and mist swirled as icy winds howled.
The glazed halo that had enveloped the sect began to ripple faintly beneath the collision of three tremendous auras, as though it might shatter at any moment.
Qian Daoliu hovered with his hands behind his back, his white robes whiter than snow. Holy light flowed around him like quicksilver, keeping the biting mountain winds at bay, his expression utterly calm. Chen Xin and Gu Rong stood on either side in a pincer formation, their auras deep and heavy as an abyss. Soul power stirred within them as they faced Qian Daoliu from afar, brimming with fighting spirit.
The square below was already packed with disciples and elders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi stood at the very front, gripping his glazed folding fan so tightly that his knuckles had turned faintly white, his eyes grave. Qian Renxue, Xiao Wu, and the others stood beside him, their eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity-this was a showdown between Titled Douluo at the very pinnacle, especially with someone like Qian Daoliu involved. Witnessing it firsthand was an opportunity to learn that came once in a thousand years.
"Are you ready?"
Qian Daoliu spoke evenly, his gaze sweeping over the two men opposite him. He showed not a trace of fighting spirit, yet carried an innate majesty that looked down upon all living beings, as though this duel were merely a casual undertaking.
Chen Xin snorted coldly. The Seven Kill Sword slid from its sheath with a ringing hum, its blade gleaming with a chilling light that seemed capable of tearing the air apart. Razor-sharp sword energy surged toward Qian Daoliu:
"Please enlighten us, Great Enshrined!"
As his words fell, soul power erupted around him,