The youth with the scar strode forward and his sword robe rose slightly. His eyes were filled with brutality and bloodthirst and he had the wooden sword in his hand. Zhao Jiuge was bare-handed and a layer of golden light surrounded his body. He had a determined look in his eyes, and he rushed toward the youth with the scar as if he had gone crazy.

The spirit force released by the two of them caused the surrounding air to become distorted. After a moment, they were about to collide head-to-head. The youth with the scar moved the wooden sword. It looked slow, but left afterimages because it was so fast. Zhao Jiuge’s eyes narrowed and he didn’t move. He leaned forward and then leaped forward with a fierce posture. His body moved very fast, and at this moment, the golden light around Zhao Jiuge’s body was unusually dazzling. He was like the rising sun that was going to extinguish the cold moon.

Several rays of sword light landed on Zhao Jiuge’s body. They made some crisp sounds but left no marks. The golden light around Zhao Jiuge’s body was like a candle in the wind. It dimmed a bit, but...