Clang!
The resounding sword cry echoed through the area, followed by a clear, crisp sound.
In everyone's sight, a sinister and fearsome Red Sword blocked the Death God's Sword, which was about to claim the lives of Yan Wushuang and others.
"This is!"
Seeing that sword, An Di's heart trembled with unease.
No mistake! It's Xia Liu!
Before the crowd could react, a graceful figure descended from the sky.
Finally landing on top of the Flowing Fire Sword.
Boom!
With a light tap on the sword's hilt, a mighty aura surged forth.
Daring to change the face of heaven and earth!
"How is this possible!"
"He didn't die!"
An Yang's eyes widened in disbelief.
His extreme move fully struck, and yet Xia Liu seemed unscathed.
Is this a joke?
Or has he become a ghost!
Not only An Yang found it hard to believe.
Murong Nan, Yan Wushuang, and Yan Beifa were also in disbelief.
