"You plan on fighting against me?"
The face of the middle-aged man turned livid. He drew his sword, causing a metallic reverberation reminiscent of a dragon's roar to echo in the air.
The next moment, the middle-aged man suddenly appeared right before Zhang Xuan. His sword tore through the air to strike right down on Zhang Xuan's waist.
As a God King, his cultivation was strong enough to put him in the highest echelon of the Firmament.
His offense did not appear to be as imposing as the attacks from a Celestial God, but that was only because his strength was fully channeled into harming his enemy. There was not the slightest bit of energy wasted as heat or sound.
Furthermore, the world seemed to sway along with his movements, reinforcing the might of his attack.
"Humph!"