Everyone watched the golden Sword Qi, sharp and peerless, dance across the sky. Their hearts trembled. They could perfectly imagine the terror they would feel if they were in Wen Qingye's place right now.
Wen Qingye's expression remained unchanged as his eyes stared intently at the flurry of sword shadows, as if he were searching for something.
In a flash, a sharp glint shot from Wen Qingye's eyes.
Wen Qingye moved. With his sword in hand, he employed an unusually fast and agile Step Technique. The surrounding Sword Qi seemed to just graze past his body.
Guu Lei's brow furrowed. He continued to channel Primordial Qi frantically into his Sword Body, and the Sword Qi pulsating from it surged even more wildly.
RIIIP!
