After passing through the long passage and arriving inside the imperial tomb, seeing the massive giant over ten meters high, the old emperor tidied his attire and immediately drew his longsword.
As the blade slashed through the air, the old emperor practiced the moves he had learned before. This was both a review of those techniques and a warm-up for the upcoming battle — although this warm-up was somewhat too sharp. At least in Du Chengfeng's opinion, if there were a squad in front of the old emperor, just this moment of slashing and stabbing would have killed all those people.
Undoubtedly, this was real swordsmanship capable of killing enemies. Even without evil Qi, relying solely on this exquisite sword skill, the old emperor could probably fight one against a hundred.
"Well played."
Looking at the old emperor who had finished warming up, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but exclaim.
"Well jumped."
