The atmosphere of battle grew increasingly tense as Zixuan's gaze locked onto Chen Haotian like a sharp blade. His purple palm print flickered in the air, and the spiritual qi fluctuations in the atmosphere intensified, as if a storm were about to break out.
Chen Haotian did not retreat in the slightest. His gaze was calm and resolute, a long sword held in his hand while cyan sword qi surrounded him. Every breath he took carried an inexplicable rhythm, as though resonating with the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, while the spiritual energy within his body gradually accumulated like an about-to-erupt star.
"Zixuan, did you really think I would be afraid of you?" Chen Haotian's voice was cold and stern, carrying an unquestionable dominance.
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