The entire Imperial Dragon Mountain fell into silence.
The apocalyptic crimson sky calamity, which had shrouded a hundred thousand li, completely dissipated under Xiao Yi's one sword strike—a man and his sword, breaking through the calamity that had left countless mighty figures terrified and helpless.
Xiao Yi's figure stood in midair, his black robe fluttering with the wind, rustling loudly.
In his flowing long hair, each strand seemed like a sword capable of slaying gods and demons.
The Nine Revolutions Realm Wind and Thunder Holy Body granted him the power of the thunder's origin. Every word and action was filled with a majesty that was hard for others to look at directly.
Gulping!
Po Jun swallowed hard. Facing Xiao Yi at this moment, he suddenly felt a fear as if facing a Heavenly Venerate.
