"Just as I thought..."
Facing Xu Taiping's terrifying blade force, Yang Hong stood rooted in a daze, merely mumbling indistinctly to himself as he let Xu Taiping devour his blade force bit by bit.
The towering snow mountain formed from his blade force was on the verge of collapse.
Just then, Yang Hong suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of madness, and shouted fiercely:
"Just as I thought! Grandfather, your blade techniques aren't the strongest in this world!"
As he spoke, he lifted his twin sabers, holding one across his chest and the other upright, then shouted:
"Mine are the strongest!"
Boom...!
As that fierce shout rang out, a terrifying aura fluctuation swept outward from Yang Hong's body, carrying wind and snow formed from blade qi.
Boom! Boom, boom, boom...!
In a mere instant, the phantom of the towering snow mountain beneath Yang Hong, which had been about to collapse, not only stopped crumbling but transformed into a vista of ten thousand miles locked in ice.
Boom...!
Amid the deafening roar, Yang Hong's wind-and-snow blade force actually showed signs of standing on equal footing with Xu Taiping's.
Then, bracing himself against Xu Taiping's blade force, Yang Hong abruptly took a step forward through the air and assumed a somewhat bizarre stance for striking.
Shing...!
At that moment, another phantom blade light appeared behind Xu Taiping, and his blade force rose another level.
Facing Xu Taiping's blade force as it continued to climb, Yang Hong showed not the slightest fear. Instead, his eyes brimmed with excitement.
He drew a deep breath, then declared loudly:
"Why should my blade force be confined to a single mountain or city? My blade force is snow that ravages and wind that devours, ten thousand kingdoms locked in ice!"
Boom-!!
With that furious roar, Yang