In the high skies of Sky Sword Canyon, fierce winds howled, ripping apart patches of white clouds. Two young figures stood on the void, facing each other from a distance. The immense aura they radiated melted the surrounding snow.
Xiao Ye's expression was calm.
The battle between him and the Iron Blood Emperor's son was inevitable. He would not back down if it happened sooner than later, even if it meant revealing his identity.
After all, the Iron Blood Emperor's son was no ordinary opponent. Should they engage in a full-scale fight, Xiao Ye would need to unleash all his strength.
The Iron Blood Emperor's son's expression was extremely cold, with fierce cold light in his eyes, and his war intent soared to the sky, the Sovereign.
