Yan Tianshan laughed heartily, "Naturally."
Yang Fan held the sword in his hand, his robe billowing without wind.
Having been in the Nine Heavens Continent for so long, he was well accustomed to the long robes of this world, feeling no discomfort now.
Over there, Yan Tianshan drew his treasure sword, looked ahead at Yang Fan, his body overflowing with Primordial Qi, his light-colored robe fluttering fiercely.
Stepping on the ground, each step forming a fixed pace, the treasure sword in his hand gleaming brightly under the night sky.
In the duel between masters, victory or defeat often hangs in the balance, just within that fleeting moment.
Yan Tianshan arrived in an instant, with a thrust of his sword that pierced the long sky, directly aiming at Yang Fan's forehead.
He extended his hand to block, clang, the two swords collided in the air.
On the entire plaza, sword lights flashed, creating countless dazzling glimmers, exceptionally bright in the pitch-black night sky.
