His eyes glittered with absolute trust in Shi Feiyang. In his heart, Shi Feiyang was like a god, invincible against any adversity. Meanwhile, the blood battle on the ground grew fiercer.
Shi Feiyang was surrounded by the crowd, yet showed no fear.
He remained calm, his face unchanged even if Mount Tai were to crumble before him. His eyes, sharp as lightning, scanned the surrounding enemies with piercing intensity.
Amid the crowd's assaults, he dodged left and right, his form ghostly and elusive, impossible to grasp.
He performed "Dragon's Seven Steps," his unique supreme body technique, his steps agile and unpredictable. Every step he took bore a formidable momentum, making the crowd's attacks consistently miss.
The Celestial Frost Blade in his hand gleamed coldly, like the coldest star in the night sky, exuding a lethal aura.
With one slash, it was like a bolt of lightning cutting through the dark night, carrying destructive force, sending a human head flying out.
