Weilan Tian felt danger coming from the side. He didn't hesitate to launch an attack on the incoming threat.
Terrifying sword intent burst out and transformed into countless sword lights, welcoming Jian Feng.
Jian Feng's gaze turned sharp, slicing open the very air itself with an audible hiss.
This was a phenomenon produced when one's will and soul reached a certain level of strength. It was an external release of the power of his swordsmanship.
The light on his sword intensified, and his imposing aura spread out, blanketing everything in the room.
His momentum rose through the roof, towering like a mountain stretching all the way into the sky.
"Please forgive me, Young Master Weilan."
As Jian Feng's voice fell, the speed of his sword abruptly increased drastically, producing an ear-piercing sound as he slashed toward Weilan Tian.
