Heaven’s Son?

"Their battle has started."

Countless gazes stared up at the sky. Qin Wentian took the initiative to attack.

"Overestimating yourself." Qin Dangtian's black hair fluttered in the wind. He lifted his hand as an ancient word blasted out. The two of them seemed to be using the same kind of attacking methods.

Right now, it only depended on who is stronger.

Two streams of ancient words clashed together. Qin Wentian's ancient words transformed into a screen of swordlight containing his spacetime sword dao. It was like a sword river of the nine heavens, capable of devouring and lacerating everything. Heavenly might brimmed, the entire space transformed into a world of swords. Countless people who were spectating inclined their heads but above them was no longer the white clouds and the blue sky. It was an extremely vast spacetime sword river that had submerged the skies.