As expected.
Faced with the sweeping slash of the saber, Ye Xunhuan did not show a trace of panic, but instead sneered coldly.
"Zhao Ya, you finally decided to show yourself."
As soon as the words fell, it was as if two flames ignited in Ye Xunhuan's eyes, and the air around him instantly turned scorching hot.
In that moment, Zhao Ya felt as if Ye Xunhuan had vanished, replaced by a blazing inferno.
Moreover, this scorching and domineering true power instantly enveloped the Cold Iron Saber, swiftly spreading up to the hilt.
The horn-made hilt seemed to be melting, and the high temperature forced Zhao Ya to release his grip.
But this was the opportunity Zhao Ya had been waiting for.
With a sharp flick of his wrist, the Cold Iron Saber flew out of his hand, shooting straight for Ye Xunhuan's face.
At the same time, Zhao Ya formed his palm into a fist and launched the Immovable Ming King Fist, heading straight for Ye Xunhuan.
This was the real killing move.
