Clang!

A loud and clear ‘clang’ echoed across the mountain top. The Heavenly Yuan Brush in Zhou Yuan’s hands drew a line of dazzling sparks on the ground as he gradually steadied his body.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared to the front, where a somewhat ragged looking Yuan Hong stood holding a scarlet-red broadsword.

Wave after wave of Genesis Qi pulsed powerfully from Yuan Hong’s body, causing a grave look to streak across Zhou Yuan’s face.

“Low ...