"Nine Heavens, Star Fall!" The long-missed Qi surged and boiled within, and Han Yan swung his sword fiercely.
The snow-white sword light with a hint of bluish hue cut through the sky, even slicing through the powerful laws around it.
The dancing ice crystals suddenly froze, allowing the majestic sword light to cut through them.
Seeing this bizarre scene, Kang Qingyuan's expression stiffened, his mind blank for an instant, until the sword light was about to strike his chest, he suddenly recovered and drew his longsword to block in front of him.
"Clang..." With a clear sound, Kang Qingyuan was sent flying, both man and sword.
"Impossible! How could you possess such strength?" Kang Qingyuan crashed into the rocks behind him, climbed up, and spat a mouthful of blood, saying in disbelief.
"Haven't you heard the saying, 'pretending to be the hero invites disaster'? It's talking about people like you." Han Yan smiled slightly and swung his sword again.
