The history books will not record this moment."
Xia She shook his head and softly said, "What a pity," then raised his hand to strike with his sword.
"I am who I am, others may not know, but what does it matter?" Ji Hu smiled, wielding his sword, meeting the Fifth Grade opponent with his Sixth Grade stance.
Two last emperors across dynasties clashed fiercely at this moment.
Ji Hu was knocked back, blood marks covering his body, but he quickly got up, his sinister eyes like a mad and undefeated beast, his movements agile like a tiger just roaring in the mountains.
He slapped the ground, his blood wrapping around him as he continued to charge.
Fight! Fight! Fight until I have no consciousness or life left!
"Fight!"
The young Emperor, covered in wounds, roared.
...
...
Deep beneath the earth, a strange dragon's roar suddenly rose.
The dragon's roar transformed into an ancient sigh.
As if an invisible elder sat in the center of the earth, plucking strings, setting his move.
