But Xiao Qiang didn't care. The Sword of No Trace wasn't sharp, yet its power was the greatest; its formidable force actually pushed Lan Yu back dozens of feet. At this moment, Xiao Qiang's body gently swayed, and in the next instant, he was already closing in. The two engaged in the most intense duel, countless shadows of swords erupting, just like the most fierce confrontations in endless dreams.
Xiao Qiang didn't want to lose; he wanted victory!
"Kill." All thoughts merged into a single word, and at this time, Lan Yu grew increasingly alarmed. The murderous intent of the person before him was too overwhelming, so heavy that he felt almost suffocated. If this continued, he wouldn't be able to endure. This damnable situation!
