Ao Bo was supremely confident. He was certain that Ao Han was already at the end of his rope. Even if he could forcibly squeeze out his remaining spiritual power to barely hold his own, he would not last long.
So he wasted no more words and launched an attack.
Ao Bo's armor was a deep, profound black, like the dark of night.
Yet the Nine-Ring Broadsword in his hand was silver-white throughout, with an eerie crimson sheen along its edge, as though it had drunk its fill of blood.
He whirled his blade into an impenetrable silver-white cyclone. The deep black contrasted sharply with the brilliant blade light, unleashing boundless killing intent beneath the azure sea.
Faced with the almost tangible killing intent of his own elder brother, Ao Han remained utterly unshaken.
Dragon Soaring Across the Four Seas and Black Dragon Shocks the World were battle formations of the same rank. Neither could completely suppress the other.
Thus, the two would ultimately have to fight face-to-face with real blades to decide the victor.
Ao Bo soared upward, his blade flashing like lightning.
Across from him, Ao Han also flew up with his longsword in hand, his sword moves like a dragon.
Ao Han's sword techniques were entirely different from Ao Bo's ferocious saber attacks.
Facing the mass of blade light howling toward him, Ao Han simply thrust his longsword straight out, its tip aimed precisely at the weak point in the very center of that light.
A concentrated strand of golden sword qi enveloped the blade and crashed into the raging blade light!
Below them, the golden Divine Dragon and the black Black Dragon also tangled in a deadly struggle. Their enormous dragon bodies coiled around each other and rolled, illusory scales peeling from them and dissipating.
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