C1911 Again
"An insignificant skill!"
Cui Ming snorted coldly, he was a Fourth Ranked Saint, if he was injured by Ye Xuan, who was not even a True Emperor, wouldn't he lose face?
In a split-second, the two of them exchanged blows.
Cui Ming's body was enveloped in a layer of white light, blocking the attacks of the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation