"Ye Qingfeng!" Wan Potian roared in fury. What he hated most was Ye Qingfeng's cold arrogance, and now that Ye Qingfeng was treating him like air, his rage burned even hotter.
"I'll let you witness the power of this sword!"
The massive sword body blazed with golden light.
Wan Potian gripped the Golden Greatsword and suddenly slashed toward Ye Qingfeng. Wind and clouds churned madly; this sword weighed like ten thousand jun, as if it were crushing the very sky.
"Slash!"
Ye Qingfeng was equally indifferent and ruthless, clashing head-on with the sword. At the instant their Sword Qi collided, the sky itself shuddered.
Too strong—both were peerless treasures!
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
The two kept trading blows as explosions burst out again and again. Ye Qingfeng dodged the artillery fire below while fighting Wan Potian.
Fortunately, Ye Qingfeng's strength now was no longer comparable to what it had been back at Miwu Mountain.
