The spinning silver sickle returned, gripped fiercely by Shi Feng. Staring at the dense golden flame phantoms ahead, Shi Feng sensed the power of the silver sickle in his hand and said coldly:
"The final gamble, it's time! Xuanyuan Burning Sky Slash! In the past, I could break this move of his, Xuanyuan Wuming. Today, naturally, I can break this bastard grandson's!"
"I never expected that to deal with a mere Six-star Martial Emperor like you, I would still need to unleash the Xuanyuan Burning Sky Slash to kill you! Nine Nether Rebel, dying under this strike, your life can be considered worth it."
Surrounded by dense golden flame phantoms, the true Xuanyuan Changyun uttered this calm and composed voice. At this moment, his feet were once again stepping on the back of the Golden Qilin.
Then, he lifted his right foot and stomped fiercely onto the Golden Qilin, "Roar!"
