In the snowy wilderness where wind and snow intertwined, Xiao Ye stood proudly under the heavenly dome, golden light emanating from his body. The tyrant body blood qi soared to the nine heavens, melting the surrounding snow and ice, as he coldly watched the eight remaining young supremes before him.
These young supremes were in league with Zhang Mu, all harboring intentions for the Imperial Sword. It looked like they wanted to make a move against him, and Xiao Ye naturally wouldn't show them any courtesy.
Since these young supremes were so eager to seize the Imperial Sword, they must know its secret, and Xiao Ye wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by.
After all, he already had three Imperial Swords in his possession and was exceedingly eager to uncover their secrets.
Having advanced his cultivation to the Emperor Martial Realm Second Level Middle Stage, using emperor-level combat techniques was still quite consuming, but continuously executing them wasn't a major issue.
