He Vomited Blood, Ye Vomited Blood!

It was not just them who were shocked. Luo Tianya himself was shocked as well. After forcefully stopping his footsteps, his face turned slightly pale.

"Brother Ye is brave, I concede defeat!"

After wiping the blood off the corner of his lips, not only was Luo Tianya not angry, the joy in his eyes grew stronger instead, and the battle intent on his body surged.

"Brother Ye, take my sword!"

At this moment, Shi Qianhan, who had not made a move all this while, stepped forward. He slowly extended his hand, and a sword gleam condensed in his palm.

At the next moment, The Ice Soul Longsword in the white-haired young man's hand emitted a dazzling cold gleam, then it split into eight sword gleams. The eight sword gleams were as transparent as cicada wings, yet they carried their own auras, releasing endless cold gleams.