Yang Tian shouted coldly, and with a fierce swing of the Holy Sword in his hand, the Sword Dragon roared and charged towards the Fierce Celestial King.
The Fierce Celestial King's face was somewhat solemn.
The Dharma Seal he had just cast was shattered so completely by this Sword Dragon.
It showed the terror of the second style of the Saint Emperor Swordsmanship.
It seemed that if this Sword Dragon attacked, even the Fierce Celestial King would be injured.
Whoosh!
The figure of the Fierce Celestial King flickered, retreating, his eyes full of sneers: "Yang Tian, as the chosen successor selected by the old Saint Master, your enemy should be the new faction's Saint Master. Why must you kill me, an elder who even the old Saint Master calls 'Grandmaster'?"
"Are you afraid?"
Yang Tian swiped the Holy Sword in his hand, and the Sword Dragon roared again, charging towards the Fierce Celestial King.
"Yang Tian, would I be afraid of you?"
