Daluo’s voice stopped abruptly because Yang Ye’s sword had arrived before him.

His expression didn’t change at all as he took a small step back and pushed his right palm forward. A pitch black rod appeared in his grasp, and he grabbed it tightly before stabbing it forward.

The rod struck straight against the tip of Yang Ye’s sword.

Clang!

A sharp explosion resounded.

The powerful force from the collision blasted both of them backwards. Suddenly, ...