At this moment, in the center of the stage, the King and Ye Xunhuan were on the verge of erupting, ready to strike at any moment!
Now, the killing intent from both the King and Ye Xunhuan was constantly rising, and the fierce aura emanating from them made people feel an irresistible urge to bow at their feet!
"Clang!"
Ye Xunhuan's right hand shook slightly, and the three-foot longsword immediately fell into his grip. Under the sunlight, the cold glint was piercingly bright!
As soon as Ye Xunhuan grasped the sword in his hand, the King's face turned cold, knowing that Ye Xunhuan was about to make a move against him.
As expected, after Ye Xunhuan grasped the sword, he swung it swiftly!
"Rip..."
The shrill sound resembled the tearing of a long cloth in the middle, extremely piercing to the ears!
Soon, a blinding cold light flashed in mid-air, rushing towards the King like a lightning snake.
