BOOM!
On one side was Qin Feiyang's fury. On the other, the Emperor's will. The clash of rage and intent sent tremors through the world, even eclipsing the sun's brilliance!
HOWL!
CLANG!
Accompanied by mournful cries, the thirty golden dragons constantly disintegrated. The thirty sword shadows were also collapsing! A rain of light fell, illuminating the void and Qin Feiyang's furious face. Each sword shadow that disintegrated inflicted a measure of damage on him. Blood oozed unceasingly from the corner of his mouth! But this time, he didn't retreat a single step, his legs as if fused with the void.
In contrast, the Emperor, with every collision, took a step back, his complexion turning paler by the moment. Qin Feiyang only took a step back after the twenty-ninth collision, by which time the Emperor had already retreated twenty-nine steps.
"It seems the Fourteenth Prince's fury and hatred are stronger," a voice seemed to comment on the wind.
