Summit Battle

"Jian Meng'er, get the f*ck up here!"

A chilly shrill cry echoed, resounding through the Drill Ground for a long time.

A beautiful girl in a long, snow-white robe raised her head, promptly leaping onto the stage with one step.

Standing on the stage, less than ten meters away from each other, two figures were on a warpath. There was an intense feeling of confrontation that you do not sense any other time.

The Long Sword on Jian Wushuang's back was removed from the sheath and a vibration of sword essence like the rolling tide radiated from it. As the cold Sword Edge directly pointed at Jian Meng'er, without the slightest trace of emotion, Jian Wushuang coldly said, "As I said two months ago, I have come to find you today! The fight between us is inevitable. It had to come to an end."

Jian Meng'er's face was stone cold as she stood there with her snow-white robe blowing. The power of her peak of the Profound Spiritual Sea Realm was completely released.