"Boom!"
In the deep pit, a remarkably solid defensive shield lit up.
However, it still failed to withstand the power of Ye Chen's sword.
The shield shattered!
The ground within a radius of several miles collapsed into ruins.
Liu Chaoran's body was once again swept away by the violent airwave.
Ye Chen's figure pierced through the storm, a sword thrust rapidly.
Liu Chaoran forcibly stabilized himself, and another sword shot out from his Storage Ring, held in his hand, and similarly thrust forward!
"Clang!"
The tips of the two swords collided.
Everything around seemed to freeze momentarily.
With a ferocious expression, Liu Chaoran roared, "Even if my Lifebound Sword is destroyed, you can never be my match. I'll take your sword and make it my new Lifebound Sword!"
Ye Chen sneered, "Dream on, ghost!"
As the words fell.
A swooshing sound arose, as seven Middle-grade Dao Swords shot explosively from Ye Chen's Storage Ring.
