Scarlet flames burned along that black, bloody hole, the ultimate yang fire sizzling upon your corpse.
Ji Tian looked at the fallen attendant at his feet, murderous intent flashing in his eyes. Behind him emerged a majestic lion with a terrifying aura.
"Don't you know it's rude to interrupt someone?"
With a sweep of his sleeve, the pressure surging toward him like a tide instantly scattered. Shi Qingyun looked at Xu Xing with an impassive face and spoke coldly.
"You whelp! How dare you! You're courting death!"
An inexplicable fury rose in Ji Tian's heart. After cursing, he charged forward to attack, swinging the Long Halberd in his hand through a semicircle.
The halberd blade sliced through the void, carrying an utmost intent to slaughter as it cleaved toward Shi Qingyun's neck, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.
Clang-
Facing the ferocious slash, Shi Qingyun merely raised his sword and blocked the blow with ease.
The pressure that swept outward made the void tremble violently, streaks of purple lightning surging between the two.
"So this is someone from the Foreign Realm? How weak!"
He turned his blade, deflected the Long Halberd to his side, and lunged forward, slamming his other hand into Ji Tian's face.
The change happened in a flash of lightning, leaving Ji Tian no time to react. His body flew backward like a sackcloth rag and crashed heavily into the crowd behind him.
"Get him!"
Supported by the attendants behind him, Xu Xing slowly spoke up. Then, feeling a burning pain across his face, he roared at those beside him.
Meanwhile, Xu Xing and the others on the other side watched with their mouths agape, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Ji Tian belonged to a race beneath the royal clans of the Foreign Realm. His race's