Yang Liao's robe billowed, his beard and hair all bristling as his hands swept rapidly before his chest.
The two-colored vortex in front of him was precisely an extremely powerful Chaotic Level Secret Skill. Once unleashed, its Power was vast and boundless.
Jing Yan thrust the Ice Flame Sword forward, and the moment it collided with the two-colored vortex, he felt a tremendous resistance surging up, as if countless tentacles were twining around the Ice Flame Sword, making it impossible for the Ice Flame Sword to continue advancing.
Seeing his Secret Technique block the Ice Flame Sword, Yang Liao finally relaxed a little. What had happened in that split second earlier had truly scared him out of his wits. First, a force abruptly descended, restricting his flight speed, and then Jing Yan stepped across the distance to appear right in front of him. Before he could even consider what had happened, he saw a Longsword exuding a bone-piercing chill stabbing toward him.
