C90 If There Was a Grudge They Would Settle It on the Spot

Zhu Le leapt into the air, chanting under his breath.

A spell shot from his hands, merging with the scimitar.

The two scimitars crossed in midair, suspended in the sky.

Zhu Le pointed upwards, and Ouyang Tiancheng followed his gesture, puzzled.

What was this guy up to?

Suddenly, a thick layer of clouds amassed above the clear skies of the Grand Conclave of Techniques.

With a rumble