Speaking, Yan Qingyi finally dropped the pretense and fiercely made his move.
Behind him, his guards arranged themselves in formation, with the grand young master of the Yan Tian Sect, Yan Qingyi, as the formation's focal point.
As the cultivation levels from various sides converged, Yan Qingyi's momentum surged by leaps and bounds, and he then drew a long saber covered in flames, grinning viciously.
"Yan Tian One Slash!"
Yan Qingyi slashed with his saber.
Flames melded with metal, their brilliance dazzling.
The might of this slash was indeed extraordinary.
Only to hear a loud boom.
The city protection light barrier covering the entire Si Hua City flickered intensely a few times, seemingly feeling immense pressure, and began to gradually bend and cave inward.
But just as a cold smile appeared at the corner of Yan Qingyi's mouth, thinking that this slash would break the city protection formation,
the runes engraved on the walls of Si Hua City suddenly shone brightly.