The Bad-Tempered Xuanyuan Taihua

There was a blood-red lotus flower blooming in the night sky. It was extremely eye-catching and beautiful to look at. It was like fireworks that were set off in Changan City on the Emperor's birthday celebration.

The earth instantly became dead silent.

This was a contention to transcend the realm of warriors. It was a tentative exchange.

The end result was one that no one could have expected. No one expected the ending to be this destructive.

The old man, Zhao Taifeng, was terrifyingly powerful. His might was so powerful that it could change the weather.

That old man, who lived for thousands of years, was the true most powerful warrior in the two worlds, overlooking everything in the human realm.

Despite his powerful existence, his arm had been blown away by a single sword attack.

The blood-red lotus flower bloomed in the sky.

Zhao Taifeng's hair billowed around him as he narrowed his eyes. His robes were stained with blood.