"Tiangang Knife!" The ancient saint almost spat the words out one by one.
And with each word uttered, the aura around him intensified. In an instant, his aura reached a boiling point, like a pot of water brought to a furious boil, bubbling fiercely.
As soon as the word "knife" fell, the scimitar in the ancient saint's hand was already swinging down!
"Boom..."
With one slash, a blade shadow shot out from the scimitar in the ancient saint's hand. In mid-air, the shadow not only solidified but also expanded rapidly, reaching several meters in length in just an instant!
"Crack..."
The blade hadn't even landed on Ye Xunhuan yet. The ground where the solidified blade shadow passed had already cracked, like parched earth during a drought!
Upon seeing this scene, Ye Fanchen's face darkened. Without any time to mind Gongsun Jing, he rushed towards Ye Xunhuan.
In an instant, Ye Fanchen was beside Ye Xunhuan, and he shouted, "You old bastard, I'll take this blow for you!"
