The swordsmanship of the Heavenly Palace indeed carries an aura of Immortal Energy.
A thought flashed through Fang Che's mind, his long sword glimmering like stars, sharpened with the same intent: "Senior, can we not settle this peacefully?"
"Yemo, today is the day of your death."
The white-clothed man sneered coldly.
Then, he saw the face of the Yemo change dramatically as he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
At once, his body flew up, the long sword swiftly and expansively deploying, covering a hundred feet in radius.
"Even if it's the Blood Burning Skill, you still need to break through my sword!"
But instead of fleeing after spitting blood, Fang Che suddenly withdrew his body, leaned back, then rebounded forcefully.
The sword light abruptly exploded into dazzling white brilliance, soaring upward!
As it rose, it carried with it shimmering starlight and the mountains and rivers behind him, rushing forward together.
