The storm compressed violently, enveloping Ye Wushuang and pressing in from all sides toward the center!
Ye Wushuang stood within the storm, his black hair whipping about wildly. His expression was completely calm as he slowly raised a hand, a streak of blood-red light flashing across his palm.
CLANG!
With a sharp ring, a blood-colored Battle Saber appeared in his hand. The True Dragon carving on it seemed soaked in fresh blood, emanating terrifying waves of Saber Intent that held the storm at bay.
CLANG!
Blood-red light flared. The Dragon Blood Battle Saber trembled violently, and a terrifying, fan-shaped blade of light swept out, instantly severing the encroaching storm.
Slash!
Wielding the Dragon Blood Battle Saber, Ye Wushuang strode through the air. Terrifying, blood-colored saber flashes continuously erupted from him as the center, the bloody light growing ever more brilliant, the Saber Intent ever more tyrannical!
