"Kill!"
Golden drums thunder across the skies, the battlefield descends into chaos.
Swords clash at close quarters, blood spills as heaven and earth grow dim.
In the vault of the sky, two mightiest figures battle: one radiates like a purple sun, his energy spreading over a hundred-zhang radius; the other is shrouded in black clouds, surrounded by vortices of spiraling wind.
This is a clash between Song Lin and the Xianbei warrior Tuoba Ye.
Tuoba Ye is silently astounded, feeling a cold tremor in his chest—this man's strength is extraordinary, dodging every move with precision, always evading by the narrowest margin.
Initially, he thought his opponent's luck was uncanny, yet each evasion seemed calculated, deliberate, as though Song Lin was toying with him.
How could the skill gap between two Heavenly Phenomenon masters be this vast?
Could he possibly belong to the rank of a Great Venerable?
