A domineering, sharp, all-piercing aura emanated from Xia Yan Yi's body.
Compared to before.
At this moment, Xia Yan Yi was like a Divine Sword drawn from its sheath.
Unstoppable.
Just a glance at the longsword in his hand.
You would feel a cutting sharpness.
"He's drawn his sword, Xia Yan Yi has finally made his move."
"He is one of the top ten Sword Dao geniuses in the Southern Base City, his swordsmanship has reached an unfathomable realm."
"Finally seeing Xia Yan Yi draw his sword, this time, that arrogant brat Ye Qingfeng probably won't have any luck."
Seeing Xia Yan Yi unsheathe his longsword.
The martial artists below the stage, despite being shocked by Ye Qingfeng's strength.
One by one, they were pessimistic about Ye Qingfeng.
After all, reputation precedes a person.
Xia Yan Yi's swordsmanship carves a path with blood.
In the Southern Base City, there were also numerous genius martial artists who died under his swordsmanship.
