“Junior… You court death!!”
The two were both burning with extreme anger. The black clothed elderly man took a step forward as a pitch-black longspear instantly solidified within his hand. Flames on the spear’s body surged up, as though it was a twisting snake of flames.
The black clothed elderly man’s figure frenziedly rushed out as fast as lightning, the spear tip directly piercing toward the vitals of Yun Che’s chest as his body carried blurry afterimages and a scarlet flame trail. The sharp sound of air exploding mixed with ear piercing phoenix cries, almost piercing through the crowd’s eardrums.
Yun Che’s expression remained unchanged. His momentum unabated, his gaze as cold as ice, the heavy sword storm that was already extremely ferocious suddenly surged up with scarlet colored phoenix flames. Though this wave of energy storm wasn’t sharp, it was oppressive and soul shaking like rolling thunder crashing onto the ground.
When they were less than five feet away away from each other, the black clothed elderly man clearly felt the terror of that energy storm coming from Yun Che. He also instantly understood why Feng Xichen, who had the Phoenix Treasure Tunic on his body still received heavy injuries from a single sword strike. After the shock beneath his heart ended, he no longer had time to shift positions, and could only brace himself to meet it head on.
BOOM!!