"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The crisp sound of sword clashing resounded.
Blindingly sharp sword gleams flickered in the air, slicing through the torrential rain like fine threads.
Almost at that exact moment.
Ye Xuan drew his sword!
The bladeless Black Blade emitted a pitch-black radiance the instant it was unsheathed.
The howling storm was severed by this single stroke!
Ye Xuan's lean figure stood in the wind and rain, like a swaying reed.
And in front of him, over thirty powerful cultivators in the Divinity Transformation Realm had gathered.
The strong had gathered, and their terrifying aura enveloped the surroundings.
The narrow Shu Road felt oppressively tense!
"Over thirty strong opponents, this battle promises to be interesting after all."
Ye Xuan's face showed a trace of contempt as he mocked.
"Ye Xuan, you deserve to die! The wrath of the Ancient Martial Families is beyond your bearing. Once you're killed, everyone around you will be put to death too."
