"Nie Feng, guilty as charged. Surrender and face your death?"
A robust and powerful voice, like rolling thunder, echoed across the sky dome, lingering long without dissipating.
Six figures exuding an intimidating momentum hung in midair; three radiated the power of light, the other three the power of darkness, dividing the world in two.
"You wish to kill me? Just the likes of you?"
Nie Feng sneered coldly, hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm and composed, as if he were facing six ordinary Martial Artists, not the overbearing Saint King Realm powerhouses of a King-level faction.
"Dark Demon Heavenly Blade!"
One man among the Six Divine Slaves, enraged, abruptly drew his battle blade. It emitted a rolling black aura, causing the blazing sun to dim and lose its luster.
He gripped the battle blade with both hands, soared into the air, and slashed forcefully towards Nie Feng!
The blade light descended, heavy with seemingly endless power.
"Go!"
