Xu Yang looked at Surihan, his gaze cold and grim.
Surihan's heart trembled, feeling as if he had been stared at by a terrifying beast, a chill running down his spine!
His face darkened, forcibly cutting off this moment of fear, angrily saying, "What, don't dare?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Yang vanished from where he stood.
"Courting death!"
Surihan's face showed delight, holding absolute confidence in his own strength, his sword sweeping down in a horizontal arc.
Clang!
Blade and sword collided, sparks flying in all directions.
The two figures instantly clashed together in a whirlwind of battle!
They attacked and counterattacked, each movement as swift as lightning, leaving dense afterimages, so that most of the Barbarian Race could not follow their moves clearly.
"This guy's strength actually has reached Yang Realm level!"
Surihan's heart was shocked, a sudden cold intent flashing in his eyes: "Xu Yang, even if you rival the Yang Realm, it's useless."
