Swish!
Xiao Yi rode on his sword, with the Red Sky Sword under his feet bursting into dazzling red brilliance.
Above the blade, intricate silver patterns wrapped around, under the red light they seemed even more solemn, and also made this divine sword, once Nantian Yan's personal sword, appear even sharper.
Hum!
Xiao Yi stood in the air, with the Red Sky Sword flying out from under his feet, hovering beside him.
Sword and man as one.
The height of his Sword Tao Realm made all the strong onlookers gape in awe.
Even though he was blasted tens of miles away, Xiao Yi remained unscathed.
His black battle robe rustled in the wind, and the Red Sky Sword next to him trembled lightly, emitting a deafening sword cry.
His tiger-like eyes swept across, his sharp gaze landing on the trace of blood at the corner of the mouth of the Celestial Dragon Supreme: "The warm-up is over, now I'm going to get serious!"
"Hmph!"
