Seething in Anger

The icy-cold saber shadow hissed as it crossed the Ninth Heaven!

Xue Lingtian stood amidst the storm with a bloodied face and a pair of eyes brimming with madness and determination.

This move was his best. He had placed all of his energy into it without regarding the consequences.

This was also the best he could do for his Junior Brother.

The blade light seemed capable of piercing all the sharp aura. Even Xia Yong was forced to move.

"Not bad."

Xia Yong nodded but subsequently extended his hands to reveal the dry and somewhat yellowed skin on his palms. Two strange powers were fusing on his palms.

One was a raging and scorching power while the other was calm and stately.

The two distinctive powers were perfectly combined in Xia Yong's palms.

"Open!"

Xia Yong struck at the Void in front of him.

This move sent tremor down the whole world and the cracked space began to rapidly spread.