In the pitch-black universe.
Ouyang Yuanxiu, with a face full of anger and blood all over, looked like a demon crawling out from Hell—terrifying beyond measure.
"I was careless this time. Didn't expect Daou Saint Master would come and abduct me." Ouyang Yuanxiu clenched his fist, "My power is still too weak; I must close myself off for training as soon as I get back."
Just then, a breeze blew, stirring ripples in the void with tremendous momentum.
Ouyang Yuanxiu's expression changed, and he quickly dodged. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Wang Hao stepping in mid-air, holding the Sword of Sovereign with one hand, diving toward him like a dragon.
"A mere trick!" Ouyang Yuanxiu snorted coldly, easily evading Wang Hao's sword.
But at that moment, he sensed a sword light shooting from behind, a long sword shadow trailing it, stabbing at him from an extremely cunning and ruthless angle.
"How is this possible!?"
