Not just Jiang Wuyue was surprised, even those martial artists from the Ancient Clan were dumbfounded, speechless.
How strong is Li Xiaoyao! Yet someone actually managed to tie with him, this is simply impossible.
"Within three minutes, you must die!"
Li Xiaoyao suddenly halted his attack, his figure suddenly retreated.
The next moment, both feet planted on the ground, his body shot out like an arrow from the bowstring.
"Man and sword as one!"
The crowd seemed unable to see Li Xiaoyao's figure, only seeing a sword, a streak of sword light.
Speed reached its limit.
Everything happened in an instant.
Then, they saw a figure flying out.
Crashing into the crowd, knocking down a group of people.
Some people were even killed on the spot.
Before three minutes passed, Li Xiaoyao stood there, somewhat panting, clearly that final strike had exhausted too much of his strength and vigor.
"Won!"
"Central Plains King Li Xiaoyao, truly terrifying."
