The Dance of the Sword Shakes the Vast Land

The Square Sky Painting Halberd, gleaming with a chilling light, carried a fierce sharpness as it pointed toward Fang Xiu.

"He's stronger than Yun Xingchen!"

Hu Wei took a deep breath.

He was only at the Flying Realm Completion, aided by the power of the Earth Spirit Pearl.

Zhou Ming, on the other hand, was a genuine half-step Golden Pill Realm.

Even compared to the possession-using Zhou Yusheng, he might not be weaker.

This battle was truly a matter of life and death.

"Even Gods must shed blood for him."

Bai Zhan's face turned sinister.

He feared neither heaven nor earth and dying in front of the Young Master was an honor.

"My young master is not one to be trifled with."

Ji Mo and Bai Zhan stood on either side of Fang Xiu.

At this point, the inevitable clash had begun.

"When the enemy comes, the general blocks; when the water comes, the earth envelops. Don't you three major sects all want my head? Come and take it."