"You were actually able to notice me? Was it because of that sword shadow on the cliff wall?"
Xu Yang's eyes glittered—seeing the youth charging over, he swiftly stepped out from the shadows, summoning the Four-Part Daluo Saber.
"Kill!"
The youth glared at Xu Yang, eyes brimming with a chaotic frenzy of killing intent and madness, his features twisted into a terrifying snarl.
Swish!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!
He swung his sword in delirious rage, each dazzling beam of sword light stained with blood, shooting toward Xu Yang in a torrent that blotted out the sky.
Xu Yang tightened his grip and raised his saber high.
"Slash!"
Boom!
Clang!
Crack!
The saber thundered down with massive force, shattering the sky-filling sword light. At the instant it met the youth's ancient broken sword, sparks burst forth, echoing with sharp splintering sounds.
Half of the ancient sword crashed to the ground.
