Outside the Border City, the Liao Clan army stands in confrontation with the towering city walls, and at the center are the fierce battles between strong warriors.
Yet, regardless of the side, most eyes still focus on Zhao Douan and Po Yun.
"Inevitably doomed?" The tall, handsome "First Warrior" was momentarily stunned, his pale golden eyes turned colder, but the corners of his mouth curved into a smile: "With just you?"
Zhao Douan replied: "Is that not enough?"
Po Yun laughed mockingly:
"Do you really think that by killing a Heavenly Human who advanced by Secret Skill, you can truly challenge me? Too naive."
He looked down at Zhao Douan from above, raised his right arm, and pointed a finger at him, speaking in a commanding tone:
"You have no idea how strong my clan's warriors are. But I like arrogant people, because beating arrogant people is satisfying... ah!"
As Po Yun uttered the last word, his body suddenly expanded!
