C216 Receiving a Sword with His Bare Hands Crushing Him!

"Junior brother!"

"Your luck's run out facing me this time!"

The disciple from the Profound Heaven Sect, draped in a golden robe, had a look of casual confidence in his eyes, as if victory was already his.

Boom!

No sooner had his words fallen than a golden and a silver sword materialized in his hands. Each blade, nearly three feet in length, gleamed with a blinding cold light