Ye Tianling watched as the two transformed into streaks of blood-red light and fled, letting out a sigh of relief himself.
'The battle power of the Sword Spirit Third Heaven is truly immense! What an incredible, unimaginable fight.'
'They were both fighting to the death. The hatred between them runs so deep!'
'Just how much must he hate Lord Wan... who is I, Lord Ye!'
Ye Tianling muttered.
When he had quietly followed Fang Qingxue out, he'd already sensed Wan Xuegui guarding the exit. He knew at once that a great battle was about to erupt.
And just as he'd expected.
When enemies meet, sparks are bound to fly.
The moment they encountered each other, they launched into a life-and-death battle, a world-shaking clash that sent rubble hurtling through the sky.
Watching this rare life-and-death struggle so closely was a great boon for Ye Tianling.
