Ling Xuedu, who was flying through the air, suddenly felt a heavy weight descend upon him, as if an infinite force was crashing down.
A chill ran through his heart, and he didn't want to take any risks, so he immediately shouted, "Kong Xuankong, aren't you going to make a move!"
What followed his voice was a pitch-dark blade light.
The blade energy didn't seem to carry any force, but it exuded an extremely strong sense of threat. Qing Yu paused in his Qi Gathering and looked towards the carefree young man who had appeared silently.
Kong Xuankong appeared to be around twenty-eight or twenty-nine, with a light stubble and a nonchalant demeanor, exuding a sense of impropriety.
Indeed, he was a notorious scoundrel, known in the worldly society as a troublemaker, and a powerful one at that. For such a scoundrel to have survived in the martial world for decades without perishing, yet even earning the renowned title of "Universal Blade Lord," he was certainly not an ordinary opponent.
