Fierce might surged to the heavens, shaking and dazzling ten thousand eras.
When Hou Yang Immortal Venerable struck, within that spear shadow the Dao had already shifted, Space-Time thrown into chaos. In the eyes of outsiders, it was layers upon layers of phantoms, even the very flow of time could no longer be perceived.
"You want to see my strength? As you wish! I only hope you won't regret it!" Jing Yan's aura condensed; after a long howl, he suddenly swung the Ice Flame Sword in his hand.
The vast Sword Light that had long since been condensed shot out in an instant, shuttling forward to collide with the incoming spear shadow that was sweeping over.
When Sword Light and spear shadow clashed, in that moment there was actually no sound at all, as if all heaven and earth had been frozen solid. Only after a single breath did an incomparably violent power sweep out horizontally.
