There Are Snowy Swords And Frost At Cang Mountain (1)

Since he had already acted, there was no reason to abandon it. Fan Xian's eyes grew brighter and brighter. There was not a miscellaneous thought in his head. It was all a vigorous will to fight and a condition that had already been elevated to the peak. With the Wei Emperor's sword in hand, he might not have the world but at least he had the courage and wild ambition to charge at the world. In his eyes, the unfathomable Great Grandmaster Emperor in front of him was the world.

Goose-feather sized snowflakes floated down in the Royal Palace. Abruptly, four streaks of sword light lit up the darkness. Four unstable and strange tracks appeared in the air. Inside each streak was a terrifying sword light. It was impossible to tell which of the four strikes landed first and which landed last.