"Swish!"
Under this sword strike.
The space between heaven and earth seemed to have frozen.
Countless onlookers stood motionless, as if turned into stone sculptures.
Only Chen Yuan casually swept his sword across the sky, a streak of rosy sword light gently brushing past everyone's eyes.
"Ahhh!"
Nailed in the void, Liu Lin suddenly let out a heaven-shaking scream.
The aggressive, prestigious candidate for the sacred land's Saint Heir was unexpectedly pierced through by Chen Yuan, ending his might.
"How can this be?"
The man and woman who accompanied Liu Lin were now startled beyond measure.
Both were not cultivators of the Beixuan Interface, but rather talented practitioners from other higher interfaces, following Liu Lin for a hundred years.
They knew better than anyone present how terrifying Liu Lin's true strength was.
At this moment.
Not only did the two refuse to believe it, but all the cultivators watching couldn't believe it either.
