The unabashed amusement and mockery.
Not a trace of concealment.
Such dominance, such tyranny, truly astonishing.
Indescribable arrogance!
Indeed, Yang Si's face turned sullen, sinister.
"This move is my newly comprehended Cross Thousand Blades Slash!!!" Yang Si's voice was slightly hoarse, suddenly shouting.
And in his hand, appeared a knife.
The knife was somewhat narrow.
Very long.
Blue-grey color.
On the sword body, flowed a dark divine charm.
Blade like radiant light, cold as a weapon.
The tip of the blade exceptionally glaring.
Rippling in the air, Triple Void avoids it, so fierce it makes your scalp tingle.
This knife is an Imperial Soldier, half-step Spirit Emperor Weapon.
Yang Si's arm swung, seemingly an easy swing, but its shadow surpassed millions, the Sword Formula roaring in a lowered voice, incredibly complex.
Gathering momentum boiled over, in that fraction of a breath, Yang Si transformed from a small pond into an ocean, reaching the peak.
