This was the true Qingtian—a terrifying presence that made one's whole body tremble.
The mere wisp of its aura was enough to chill one to the bone.
Moreover, Qingtian was clad in thick, bronze-like armor.
The patterns on the armor were clearly visible, exuding an ancient and terrifying aura.
And below Qingtian, the phantom figure was as minuscule as a sesame seed. One could barely see it without looking closely.
'What new trick is it going to pull this time?'
Shen Bai stroked his chin, looking at the scene below.
At that moment, the phantom, longsword in hand, was looking up at Qingtian in the sky.
A crescent of Sword Qi shot toward Qingtian.
This time, with no warning, a terrifying battle erupted between them.
Qingtian's fists seemed capable of destroying the heavens and the earth. Each punch sent cracks spiderwebbing through the surrounding Space.
