Lin Xuan unleashed eighty percent of his sword intent right from the start, instantly enveloping the arena with fierce Sword Qi.
A thunderous noise shook the earth, and the entire arena split apart violently.
The crowd was astonished—Lin Xuan had actually cleaved the arena in half with a single sword strike!
"Where's Yan Shan?" everyone looked towards the arena.
On the platform, eight puppets lay on the ground, their bodies cleanly severed into two, the cuts so even that they still twined with a lingering, terrifying sword intent.
Yan Shan was unharmed, but his expression had turned exceedingly ugly.
He hadn't expected that the insect he always deemed as an ant would display such startling strength.
This level of sword intent was horrifyingly close to Zhou Jianying's.
"How terrifying his sword intent is! Could it be that another Heavenly Pride level figure is about to emerge?" Han Fei exclaimed in shock.
