Wu Chang gasped for breath, forcing himself to remain standing. Beads of sweat formed on Ye Qingchen's forehead, but no one noticed this detail.
"Saint Heir, it's time to end this," Ye Qingchen stated calmly. The next second, the sky filled with longswords.
Ye Qingchen leaped into the air, his longsword swinging out and kicking up a fierce gale.
"Die!"
Wu Chang's pupils contracted violently. He never expected Ye Qingchen to be so ruthless, trying to take his life in a single move. He hurriedly channeled his True Qi, condensing it into a shield to block the attack.
As Ye Qingchen's attack descended, a powerful energy shield suddenly materialized around Wu Chang. BOOM! BANG! BANG! BANG! The shield blocked the fatal blow.
