The young man's eyes blazed with fury. He flicked his sleeve, drawing a snow-bright longsword. With a sweep across the void, a tide of biting icy sword energy surged forth, its chill made all the more terrifying by the pervasive cold here.
"Arrogant wretch, kneel before me!"
The youth drove his sword down toward Xu Yang's head.
Xu Yang's expression did not change; his figure vanished from sight in a flash.
"Such speed... Where did he go?"
The youth's expression shifted drastically. All he felt was a blur before his eyes, and then an unspeakable, violent force surged ruthlessly from beneath his sword.
A dense eruption of inky blade light burst forth— unstoppable, it swept away the sword tide with overwhelming might.
Bang!
The young man grunted heavily, stumbling back in defeat.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Xu Yang, swallowing subconsciously.
"You—you're not even human, are you?"
Late Stage of True Immortal combat strength!
