The cyan gloves in Bai Wuliu's hand are terrifying spiritual artifacts. His palm turned into a claw, reaching toward Xiao Ye. The cyan chill emanating from his five fingers was overwhelming, earth-shattering, a force to topple mountains and overturn seas. Even the strongest spirit bodies would be crushed by him.
However, at this moment, the ancient stone sword in Xiao Ye's hand erupted with fierce sword light, exploding with countless rays of light, its divine power invincible, like blazing flames burning fiercely, or like a star, engulfing thirty thousand miles. The sharp Sword Qi Storm swept out, causing Brother Jiu Xiao watching from afar to involuntarily retreat.
Clang!
The collision of two great experts unleashed a sound like metal shattering rock, echoing in the starry sky, causing stars to tremble. Bai Wuliu was shocked to see himself being knocked back, a deep crack spreading across those cyan gloves.
"Jiang Kong's Stone Sword!"
