Yang Fan stood proudly alone, looking at Liu Jinyang over there: "Speak with your sword."
Liu Jinyang took a step forward, instantly drawing his sword, the decisiveness and sharpness not yielding at all to Yang Fan over there.
Liu Jinyang pushed back with his feet, his treasure sword dazzling under the scorching sun, aiming directly at Yang Fan over there at an extremely fast speed.
Yang Fan initially remained unmoved, but suddenly, his entire body soared into the air, the treasure sword in his hand enveloped in a layer of shimmering Primordial Qi, as if all his momentum was concentrated on that sharp blade.
Without hesitation, without delay, that sword slashed down.
The mountains roared and the seas surged, a sudden gale arose, endless waves accompanied by the surging Sword Qi wreaking havoc all around.
The wind howled, transforming into endless wailing, akin to a hundred beasts roaring, booming upon arrival.
