Swish!
Li Changsheng wielded his longsword and sliced through the air with a horizontal strike.
He was a born swordsman.
His achievements in the way of the sword even surprised Xiao Yi.
"Such power, this Li Changsheng already has the strength to slay an average Half-step Saint Emperor!" Xiao Yi nodded slightly, his eyes glinted with a hint of admiration.
He remained seated at the center of the ring.
Motionless.
This further enraged Li Changsheng, who had never been so humiliated before. His eyes turned icy cold as he let out a low growl: "Since you are so arrogant, don't blame me for being merciless under my sword..."
Swish, swish, swish!
The myriad of sword lights suddenly halted.
Then...
These sword lights, like shadows following a form, condensed into a peacock spreading its wings in mid-air.
Endless sword beams.
Like a peacock displaying its feathers, they frantically descended upon Xiao Yi.
