"THUD!"
Zhao Fa spat out blood and teeth, crashing into the high wall behind him, his anger surging. Being slapped in front of so many people, losing his teeth, made him feel like his lungs were about to explode with rage.
"HISS!"
Nine streams of sword aura spewed from his mouth, transforming into nine-colored rainbows shooting towards Ye Fan's body, brilliant and magnificent, the killing intent surging like a tide.
These were nine divine swords forged from different meteorites, each a different color, none longer than a palm, yet they were incredibly sharp, as piercing as needles.
They pierced through the void, rushing out from nothingness like nine plumages of the Divine Phoenix, bursting with endless auspicious light, sweeping forth to kill.
Appearance-wise, they seemed enchanting and beautiful, but the killing intent soared, capable of cutting one's soul, penetrating to the bone, chillingly cold and menacing.
"BANG!"
