Purple light stretched across Chang Kong like an ancient, unchanging river, in time to intercept the enormous red blade shadow that was about to strike down from the sky.
The light halos of these two colors dyed the boundless sky with dazzling hues. Endless power radiated from within the halos, covering the heavens and blanketing everything in its radiance.
Even the martial artists outside the Song Family Mansion could feel the terrifying and vast oppressive force.
All eyes were fixed upon the sky above.
Could the Song Family Patriarch block Jing Yan's attack? If he could, would Jing Yan retreat? Or would he go all out to continue the slaughter?
"This..."
"How can this be?"
"So terrifying! Such a horrible Sword Light!"