Countless gazes swiftly fell upon Chen Yang.
Along the way, some people's eyes widened in shock.
Others glanced at Chen Yang, shook their heads, and sneered.
Clearly at the end of his rope, yet he dares to talk tough and even boast?
Whish.
The wind blew through Chen Yang's hair.
The wind also swept across the countless falling leaves.
Chen Yang's gaze was sharp and focused, his body slightly bent, he made a subtle move, then suddenly raised his gaze to focus on Gu Xing.
He took a few steps forward.
Raising his right hand, with his expression almost unchanged, the sword edge came slashing down towards Gu Xing.
"Overestimating yourself." Gu Xing sneered, baring his teeth.
Boom!
Gu Xing raised the sword in his hand and went head-on against it.
In an instant, a fierce aura swept out within a hundred meters.
An impact.
Energy flew wildly, and the void quaked.
Chen Yang raised the Ancestral Sword and pushed forward, and sparks exploded dazzlingly from the sword's surface.
