Without bystanders present to sufficiently satisfy his ego, Yan Zhaoge did feel rather regretful.
However, there were quite a few secrets he intended to make use of this time.
In consideration for the long term, it was indeed more fitting his intentions to have no third party present for this battle.
The Myriad Dragon Palace appeared in the air above Yan Zhaoge's head, the great gate mightily opening as a figure appeared from within.
Garbed in white clothes and a black-bordered blue robe similar to Yan Zhaoge's, her hair tied back simply behind her in a ponytail.
Feng Yunsheng had already unsheathed her black sabre.
Seeing that black sabre which emitted no light at all, divine light erupted mightily within Nong Yuxuan's eyes, "There was really a remnant shell of the Rahu Sabre!"