Fight

Ye Futian raised his head to look at Ling He. Formless Sword Wills began to form around his body. The Sword Wills became stronger and stronger. With his body as the center, they created a vast sword domain.

Numerous Sword Wills poured into the sky as if they were unlimited. Then, they converged and transformed into a sword river. Multiple immaterial swords appeared around Ye Futian and circled his body, creating sharp whistling noises as they zipped around. These created an illusion for all those watching. It was as if the vast land and sky had been filled with swords.

Path of the Sword current flowed between Ye Futian and Ling He.

"As expected of someone possessing a perfect grade Great Path who defeated Yan Dongyang with just one sword strike. Amazing." Ling He complimented. However, he also possessed perfect grade Great Path. Who knew who he was actually complimenting?