Wenren Cangyue, under the escort of countless vultures, looked down on this tent like a demonic god.

All of his power poured down in an unending stream, first into the rune covered chain and then into the long blade. The long blade turned into a streak of thunder, hacking down among countless swirling bird feathers.

He saw that the top of the tent below suddenly split open, also sensing a powerful sword intent piercing out. This powerful sword intent arrived a bit faster than he anticipated, but his expression didn’t display the slightest change.

It was because he had absolute confidence and also because he knew that in all of Jadefall City, not a single person could block this attack of his.

However, the moment the tent split open, the flying sword that seemed to bring the cold of winter tearing through the air, the instant it hacked down on his golden long blade’s chain, his brows that were thick like ink fiercely furrowed, his blood red lips also pursed into a fine line.

He saw that there were heavy armor cold reflective lights flickering in the tent!

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Because of Lin Xi’s series of incomprehensible actions and because of Nangong Weiyang’s...