Murong Xiande felt alarm bells ringing wildly in his heart, sensing that something was terribly wrong. With a sudden burst of strength, his long sword traced a fierce arc to force back his opponent before his feet lightly tapped the ground, shooting him backward like an arrow released from a bowstring.
A bolt of purple lightning grazed the edge of his robe. The moment he hit the ground, the soles of his shoes scraped violently against the earth with a sharp, piercing screech, kicking up a thick cloud of choking dust.
He slowly straightened up and raised his gaze to see the Zhou Family Ancestor, Zhou Yuanshan, standing proudly in mid-air. His robes snapped in the fierce wind, and he was wreathed in an eerie purple halo that exuded a chilling aura. His eyes were as cold as frost, looking down upon the battlefield from above with utter disdain and murderous intent.
Chapter 174