While Xuankong stared fixedly at Lei Yu, trying to determine his identity, the Mystical Pavilion’s Three Blades Yang stepped forward, one foot in front of another, at a slow pace, as he strode towards Huang Xiaolong’s group. 

With each step, the blade qi surging from Three Blades Yang’s body increased a notch, and soon it filled every corner of the underground space. Three Blades Yang’s blade qi was ten thousand times stronger than Xue Yong, who was left to guard the entrance!    

The two people were entirely on different levels. Xue Yong’s blade qi gave the impression of being sharp as if, in a single thought, his blade qi could cut the enemy into countless pieces. On the other hand, Three Blades Yang’s blade qi was essentially different. Despite the entire underground space being filled with his blade qi, one could...