C121 It Was a Stalemate

Hu Jie was seething with anger. How dare someone at the mere Third Heaven level act so arrogantly in front of him?

"Prepare to meet your end, Wind Sever!" Hu Jie roared, suddenly brandishing a longsword. Judging by the energy emanating from it, it was clearly a medium-grade enchanted weapon. He swung the sword, and a three-foot-long azure blade of energy shot forth