Yan Xuankong didn't think highly of Zhou Qiaonian's abilities, as he had not accomplished much in his roles as Patrol Envoy and Garrison Commander.
However, when it came to Zhou Qiaonian's strength, Yan Xuankong had little to criticize.
Anyone who could endure the Demon Suppression Pass for centuries wasn't mediocre.
Even if you were originally mediocre, surviving and honing your skills there for so long would make you extraordinary.
At this moment, Zhou Qiaonian's aura erupted, and "astounding" wasn't a strong enough word; it was terrifying.
Under the Yanyue Blade, fire dragons swept forth, Heaven and Earth Power surrounded him, and with each slash, it felt like meteors falling, unstoppable!
In Ning Shixiu's hand, a crimson sword appeared, and he shouted fiercely, "Old scoundrel! You've gone too far!"
As he spoke, ten thousand sword lights suddenly appeared, the dazzling glow illuminating the entire long street like daylight.
