Radiance flowed and flickered.
Chen Yang flicked the reins, circling around from the side, his eyes gradually narrowing.
Because the snow was falling thick.
Plus there was still some distance from the arena; Chen Yang could only see a human figure under the rain canopy—could that be Li Honglie?
The next second.
The sword tore through the void, heaven and earth both changed!
"Look, quick, what—what is that thing?"
"Looks like a sword? My god, it really is a sword!!"
A震ing cry of terror that shook the world stirred more than half of the Central Square; clearly visible, the flying snow in midair seemed to freeze, then was dragged out into a long trail.
It was a sword, above this Central Square, wrapped in a deafening sonic boom that shattered the sky, ripping apart the void, smashing through all obstacles, its ferocious momentum as if it meant to destroy even heaven and earth.
"Kill one first." Chen Yang said, his eyes narrowed.
