Cyrus Thorne retreated, while Mason Miller advanced.
"Winter Thunder Shocking!"
Mason Miller slashed out nine swords in an instant, like thunder exploding, sending nine Thunder Swords towards Cyrus Thorne.
"World Annihilation!"
Cyrus Thorne roared, the pale sword light shooting skyward, resisting with all his might.
When the light dissipated, Cyrus Thorne quickly retreated, a deep blood trace appearing on his shoulder.
"Cyrus Thorne, I told you, you're no match for me!"
Mason Miller, in white clothes as white as snow, stepped forward one step at a time.
With every step he took, the aura on his body grew stronger.
"With the cultivation of these two, they could break through to the Great Martial Master Realm in the blink of an eye if they wished, and within that realm, there would be no bottleneck, allowing them to break through continuously. Their accumulation is simply too robust."
A powerful Silver-level disciple sighed.
