Feeling the sharpness of the sword tip at his throat and the flickering crimson-gold thunder on the blade, cold sweat oozed from Lei Qian's forehead as his Adam's apple bobbed with a gulp.
The strength Lin Qian displayed completely exceeded his imagination.
A casually struck sword could disperse his proud Thunderbolt Slash.
The opponent's primordial weapon-armored black long sword was unbelievably sharp, destroying and shattering his primordial weapon with just two swings.
The crisis of death loomed over Lei Qian's head. He had never been this close to death.
This was a life-and-death duel. Even if Lin Qian slashed his throat with a single stroke, it would be justified.
At this moment, Lei Qian was inwardly cursing his useless brother Lei Kun, wondering what kind of monster he had provoked.
All along, the inner sect disciples' understanding of Lin Qian was limited to rumors.
