BOOM!
The fierce mountain wind stirred up the clouds.
The crowd at the scene clearly felt a chill coming straight at them, causing even their eyelashes to frost over.
Though it was clearly a scorching sun above, in the midst of the blazing summer, it was as cold as the deepest winter, with limbs suddenly stiffening.
Whoosh.
A breath long suppressed was exhaled, turning into a wisp of white mist.
Bam!
The sword tip hit the ground with a resounding vibrating sound.
Seeing that victory at the foot of the mountain had been decided, Chen Yang's lips curled into a smile.
The so-called Ning Family Iron Cavalry were nothing more than worthless trash.
Suddenly, this former Supreme Martial Commander found himself missing the Martial Guard of Hanyun Valley.
Are you doing well?
It won't be long before we go to battle again.
Moments later, Chen Yang turned around and smiled, asking Ning Chen, who had climbed up from the ground, "How was my strike?"
Huff huff.
