The Seventh Form of the Heavenly Blade, East Heavenly Pole! (2)

It was up to him to see how he could perform against the Master of the East Heavenly Pole.

He moved closer to the center.

The closer he got, the more astonished Jiang Hao felt.

He could clearly see the figure ahead becoming more distinct, yet he did not sense any spatial distortion.

It felt as though he was simply walking along a normal path.

Sure enough, as he approached, he found himself within this space.

Looking back, the world from which he came seemed to abruptly appear in this new realm.

Before him stood a middle-aged man, with sharp features. His face was chiseled, and his aura was extraordinary.

His entire being shimmered with brilliance. Each casual movement was infused with the intent of the blade and exuded an extraordinary presence.

He had a cold, arrogant expression, as if detached from the mundane world which commanded respect.

"Smiling San Sheng," Jiang Hao introduced himself and bowed.