This was an incredibly dazzling sword strike.
Everyone saw it.
A long arc of light shot out from the ruins of Linyuan Tower, like an aurora soaring to the sky, even suppressing the flames that illuminated most of the sky. In an incredible manner, it blasted towards the heavens, towards Yuan Shisan!
"How dare you!"
A trace of fury surged in Yuan Shisan's eyes.
He had never imagined that Ye Qingchen would dare to counterattack, or even dare to strike at him.
"Die for me!"
With a furious roar.
Even Yuan Shisan couldn't help but be truly angered at this moment.
He extended his hands, though empty, as if holding something immensely heavy. His sleeves billowed, white hair flowing and standing on end.
The searing flames in the city, drawn to him, quickly gathered around him, transforming into flaming spears. These spears, each a full zhang long, were translucent and gleamed like they were forged from blood jade.
Ninety thousand spears of fire condensed!
"Swoosh!"
