C592 A Domineering Strike

Clang! A long sword with a cold light struck Xia Yang's spear in front of him. The terrifying force of the long sword made Xia Yang stagger back a few steps before he could stabilize his body.

He frowned as he looked at an old man with white hair standing not far away from him. Although the old man was extremely thin and old, he gave Xia Yang an extremely oppressive feeling