artial artists was even more violent than their own skirmish, resembling the destruction of heaven and earth.The entire sky was covered in dark clouds, thunder and lightning sounds filling the air con...Chapter 1688: White Feather Fan

Scimitar quickly followed the white silhouette, using spatial force to move in front of him and slashing with his blade, blocking the silhouette. This turned out to be a young man with clear features and good looks, but his lips were white. His glasses emitted cold breath, his long fingers were full of deep cold air, and his nails were extremely sharp like small knives.

"Die!" The young man sneered, spitting out a white light from his mouth that hit Scimitar's chest, releasing an extremely terrifying coldness. This made Scimitar continuously retreat in mid-air and hit a small mountain before stopping.was highly disadvantageous to him."You can't be Dragonsoar Cloud. I saw him crippled myself, and it's beyond doubt; you can't have recovered so quickly!" The middle-aged man in blue said thus, but he...