The Emperor had but to speak, and the Imperial Army would have no choice but to obey and let them pass.
Jiang Dali, though filled with doubt at this moment,
was a man of great skill and courage. Along with Xiao Feng, after leaping down from Demon Hawk, they both entered Fengtian Hall.
No sooner had they entered the hall than they felt two strong Sword Intents rushing at them.
The swirling Sword Qi throughout the hall prickled the skin, as if needles were stabbing at it, like a constant threat lurking behind.
The two men looked intently and saw
Two people.
Two streaks of sword light intertwined inside the hall, both moving at an extreme speed.
One's Swordsmanship was elusive as a fleeting celestial shadow; his Feihong Sword was lightning fast, and when unleashed, his Sword Qi covered the sky, formidable in power.
The countless sword holes in the walls of Fengtian Hall, illuminated by piercing shafts of light, were the work of this person's Sword Qi.
