Bab 462: The Drums Of Battle

There were very few people still alive on the floating island as the majority of them were killed.

It was silent all around.

Wang Hong Dao scowled as he looked ahead.

Qi Yan was holding an autumn-like longsword while wearing a large-brimmed hat.

The brim of the hat was lowered enough that it was impossible to see his face.

But Wang Hong Dao only needed a single glance to notice who he was.

That really was Qi Yan.

There was nothing different from the actual person.

Qi Yan was staring at him with an expression of indifference.

They faced each other head on, their gazes locked.

The first to move their gaze away was Wang Hong Dao, observing the sword in Qi Yan's hand.

He spoke: "No, you are definitely not Qi Yan"

"Now why would you say that?" Qi Yan asked.

"That brat Qi Yan doesn't know how to use the sword, his forte was Fire elemental spells and formation"