“That’s the Dragon King’s Saber Art. Hmm, only three at most among the young generation of the imperial clan could cultivate it to this level.” The prince mused and said: “But he isn’t any of those three, so he must be that person.”

“But that art is only for the royal family, how can someone not part of the clan… oh, you’re talking about that guy.”

“Yes, it must be him.”

After people realized that it was Feng Feiyun fighting against Luo Tao, they became frightened. A mortally-poisoned fella was still so strong? They suspected that he had found an antidote.

Luo Tao became increasingly surprised. Feiyun truly looked like he was burning his body but at this point, there should be nothing left of this bastard, but he kept on becoming stronger as the fight waged on. Such trickery!

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The evening...