"Since you refuse a toast, you'll drink a forfeit!
"Mid-stage Qi Refining, this prince doesn't believe you can defeat me!"
General of the West had to suppress his apprehension, raising the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade anew, unleashing the evil qi-infused mana within him, enshrouded in purple light, and slashed diagonally towards the approaching white robe.
"Bang!"
The long blade clashed with the long spear.
The mana summoned by the Blood Sacrifice far exceeded that of a normal cultivator.
Combined with the suppression of levels,
the collision.
General of the West successfully repelled the white robe.
But it was merely a temporary reprieve.
Before he could muster mana again, the silver spear was already upon him once more, its piercing cold light tearing through the rain, erupting suddenly into searing flames, evaporating the rain, and turning the entire street into a foggy expanse, almost to the point where nothing could be seen.
