671 The Number One Sword-Art of the Three Realms

As the black-robed Godking was standing on the city walls, staring as the Rahu-Ning charged forward at the very front of the army of the Nuwa Alliance, Ji Ning also raised his head to stare towards him.

Their gazes collided…and the black-robed Godking's heart clenched momentarily.

"Interesting. He seems to have improved a bit in power." The black-robed Godking laughed coldly. "Unfortunately, hatred seems to have fogged up his mind. Doesn't he know that in a war, you need to rely on the power of your allies? To charge all by yourself towards the enemy is the same as throwing yourself into a deadly trap. Who do you think you are? An Envoy of All Things? Do you really think you can dominate all comers?"

By now, everyone on both armies had noticed that the Rahu-Ning had charged to the very forefront of battle.

"Has he gone mad?"