"You've arrived!"
Ying Huang spanned rivers and mountains, standing with hands behind his back, floating above the void, wearing the Yellow Dragon Robe, exuding overwhelming dominance.
At this time, Ying Huang's deep cold eyes were fixed on the distant mountain peak.
"Hmm."
A clear sound rang out.
As the sound fell, a Longsword as white as a lamb-fat jade shot out from the top of the mountain like an arrow.
The sword, full of spirit, landed in front of Ying Huang.
"The person hasn't arrived, yet the sword is here… This truly matches your temperament."
Ying Huang chuckled a few times, his purple hair fluttering chaotically in the wind. His icy gaze was fixed on the young man stepping out of the void, and he said indifferently, "Carefree Dao Monarch, I've been waiting a long time for this battle."
"So have I."
