With a faint smile, Jiang Xinyue walked forward slowly and raised her sword with her fair hand. In Cao Xu's eyes, this action seemed weak and lacking in strength, and he increasingly found the situation to be a joke.
But just as Cao Xu was prepared to receive the strike casually…
The sword in Jiang Xinyue's hand was enveloped with a faint sword aura right before the attack landed. She slashed at her own pace, but the seemingly casual set of motions, however, stirred an overwhelming sensation of pressure in the surroundings the moment the sword aura landed!
A look of astonishment flashed across Ye Qingtang's eyes the moment she saw the sword aura that appeared dull and ordinary at first glance.
Cao Xu, who was initially absentminded, suddenly felt a suffocating amount of pressure coming from the sky. His eyes widened slightly, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he looked at the sword aura Jiang Xinyue produced.
