A Competent Rival?

The crimson radiance transformed into ripples, instantly enveloping the entire blood-colored world.

The rustling sound of leaves vanished, leaving behind a profound silence that engulfed the heavens and earth.

Gradually, the radiance faded, and the blood hue transformed into a pale white.

Su Xue and Ye Tiannan hastily directed their gazes toward the hilltop.

Ye Bai’s knees were slightly bent, his body leaning forward, hands gripping the Crimson Blood Sword, its tip embedded in the body of Patriarch Luo.

At this moment, both Su Xue and Ye Tiannan’s worries transformed into joy. As long as Ye Bai was unharmed, it was their greatest wish.

Patriarch Luo’s face flushed with an unusual redness. Despite his palm being cut and droplets of blood falling onto the Crimson Blood Sword, he showed no reaction.

His gaze, however, was filled with intense anger.