Jin Yuanguang's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise. That strike had only contained a portion of his power, but the sharpness of his gold intent was more than enough to wound a ninth level Xiantian expert. For Li Yun to shatter it so effortlessly was unexpected.
However, the surprise faded just as quickly as it appeared. His expression returned to cold indifference.
"You do have some strength, which explains your arrogance. But if you want me to draw my sword, you must first prove that you are worthy."
His fingers moved once more.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Golden light erupted across the arena as countless sword-like rays formed in the air, each one radiating a sharp and piercing aura. As they gathered together, their power multiplied, distorting the surrounding space as though it could no longer bear the pressure.
"Kill."
With a cold command, Jin Yuanguang waved his hand.
