Little Dragon King Oscar spat out strands of gold-gray lightning from his mouth once more. Xi Jie did not dodge but continued to charge straight at Nian Bing. Those gold-gray bolts of lightning were sliced apart one by one by the golden sword in his hands, unable to hinder his progress in the slightest.
The spectators below had all stopped breathing at this moment, their tense gazes fixed on the scene. Could this confrontation determine the outcome of the battle? Nian Bing had separated from his Knife's Soul, clearly falling to a disadvantage. Judging by his previous performance, without the assistance of the Knife's Soul, it seemed utterly impossible for him to withstand Xi Jie's attacks!
