As he spoke, Xue An tightened his grip.
Bang!
The sword light caught in his fingers shattered with a loud explosion, along with the black sword lights before him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Amidst the continuous sounds of explosions, the sword lights burst one after another.
And the imprisoned souls lost their shackles, transforming into billowing black smoke, swirling around Xue An before dissipating.
This miraculous scene left everyone speechless.
Yu Yang was no exception.
"No! My Sword Qi!"
Yu Yang let out a miserable cry and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
It must be known that these sword lights were condensed from his life's essence. Now, with their sudden shatter, his soul was shaken, leaving him gravely injured.
This was the first time a look of fear appeared on his face, for he realized the white-clothed youth before him was far more formidable than he had imagined.
So he roared in anger with a fierce expression, "I'll fight you to the death!"
