C307 The Trash That Xie Feng Despised

Xie Feng stood with his hands clasped behind him, his demeanor calm and detached. As the sword light streaked toward him, he lifted his gaze ever so slightly, unleashing a torrent of aura. This aura morphed into a formidable sword intent, clashing head-on with the Sun Showing Sword Qi!

Boom!

A fearsome noise erupted.

The sword Qi undulated like a bank of fog, rolling out toward them both