On the stage, the Black Kirin had already drawn out his long blade, and opposite him, Cao Zhen also unsheathed his silver sharp sword.
Neither side had engaged yet, but the terrifying aura had already surged forth, merely the aura alone stirring up dust around them, dispersing it in all directions.
The Kirin was like a black statue, tall and majestic, gripping a black long blade in both hands. The blade edge appeared like a ghost in the night, a demon from the underworld, exuding a chilling, terrifying yet cruel, and ferocious wild aura.
Cao Zhen, dressed in a white robe, with sword-like brows and bright eyes, exuded heroic spirit. The silver longsword in his hand glimmered coldly in the sunlight, like the afterglow of a cold moon.
As the light barrier rose around, almost simultaneously, both sides made their moves.
