Bathed in the torrential blood rain, Xiao Yi stood at the cloud edge with his sword, the corners of his mouth slightly curled upward as he glanced at the dumbfounded Chen Zhijian and Hong Wuting.
Gulp!
Chen Zhijian and Hong Wuting's faces changed dramatically.
The two exchanged a look.
Both saw that hint of shock and retreat in each other's eyes.
"Brother Chen, we..." Hong Wuting just started to speak.
Chen Zhijian raised his hand to interrupt him, speaking righteously, "You and I represent the face of the God Slayer Sect and Feather Transformation Sect. If we retreat now, how would the world perceive us?"
"You mean..." Hong Wuting hesitated.
Chen Zhijian assumed a generous stance, "Fight to the death, at worst, die!"
Passionate enthusiasm, decisive determination.
At this moment, Chen Zhijian stood against the wind, blood rain falling on his face, yet he didn't waver in the slightest.
A tall figure standing firm like a Cangsong pine.
