Qian Xing's sharp brows furrowed in displeasure. Who? Who would dare make a move against me? Are they tired of living?
Feeling the rapidly approaching blade aura, Qian Xing had no choice but to turn and fight. Dazzling starlight erupted from his body, swiftly condensing into a starlight spear. As solid as a real object and incomparably sharp, the spear tore through the sky toward the pitch-black blade aura.
BOOM!
The two forces collided in mid-air and exploded instantly. Terrifying combat shockwaves swept out, and fierce winds battered the entire courtyard. Both the pitch-black blade aura and the starlight spear were annihilated in the blast, disappearing completely.
The exchange was a draw.
This was clearly not the outcome Qian Xing wanted. His eyes narrowed, flashing with visions of dying stars and swirling galaxies. His gaze pierced through the lingering shockwaves and landed squarely on Su Han.
