Just as they’d expected, once Wang Zhong held a second sword, his imposing aura had suddenly risen explosively.

His violet hair fluttered while his eyes were suffused with a gorgeous yet icy cold glow, and he was like a primeval Fiendgod that had awakened from the ages and possessed boundless divine might.

“This sword is called Frostmourn. It’s my favorite treasure, and it has been very long since someone has forced me to utilize this sword.” Wang Zhong sighed lightly with slight emotion.

Along with this sigh, the killing intent he emanated start to seethe even more, and it was like a volcano that was deathly silent for a very long time had suddenly erupted.

“Chen Xi, you can be proud for being able to fall before Frostmourn.” His indifferent voice drifted through the air as Wang Zhong launched another attack.

Om!

He lifted up the bright scarlet red sword, Tribulation Terminator, that was in his right hand and slashed, causing an illusory and ethereal bloody glow to shoot out, and it emanated a boundlessly bloody aura that seemed to desire to drench the world in blood.

Swoosh!

At the same time, he executed a very simple stab with the crystalline and translucent Frostmourn that was brilliant like snow. In an instant, ice filled the world, and it was sharp and pierced the h...