"Truly no room for maneuver?"
Zhao Yuantong took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the anger in his heart.
"Annoying!"
Jiang He said no more, with a thought, the tens of thousands of swords gathered in the void instantly erupted, falling like a torrential downpour.
"Fine, then I shall test your skills to see if they are truly as powerful as rumored!" Zhao Yuantong shouted in a low voice, his entire aura erupting.
Since there is no way out, there's nothing more to say, only battle remains.
A hidden Divine Sword in the void suddenly condensed into existence, along with boundless Sword Qi; the two waves of sword rain collided instantly, exploding into terrifying roaring sounds!
Seeing the unfavorable situation, the Daoist of Evil Spirits, Yang Huatian, quickly retreated.
After all, this was a True Monarch battle. If Zhao Yuantong targeted him, he really wouldn't be able to resist. Currently, his role was to clean up the minor figures of the Three Extremes Sect below!
