It was a battle that truly captured everyone's attention, and a thrill of excitement ran through the crowd. They all wanted to see who was stronger.
Beize Yunzhuo's eyes were fixed on the stage. Wudao had defeated him, and Ye Wushuang had defeated him. How could he be content without seeing how their fight would end?
"Slash!"
Ye Wushuang's figure shot into the firmament. The Dragon Blood Battle Saber sliced through the air, its blade flashing with a dazzling, bloody light. Like a bolt of crimson lightning in the dead of night, it slashed toward the Demon God True Body.
"True Demon Hand!" Wudao shouted coldly. Demon Qi churned as a colossal black hand swatted toward Ye Wushuang, and a wave of True Demon Qi washed over the world, surging toward him.
