As soon as the words left his mouth, a gust of cold wind swept past. The crowd was shocked to realize that a gust of wind had suddenly risen. They actually felt their bodies turn cold, and their exposed skin was covered in layers of dense lumps.
This was because every wisp of wind contained an incomparably sharp Sword Intent!
"What a powerful Sword Intent," someone could not help but exclaim. This was the pre-emptive strike, using a powerful Sword Intent to crush the opponent.
Xie Mingze, on the other hand, was like a sharp sword that had been unsheathed, revealing its sharpness. No one dared to look at him directly. Those with low cultivation lowered their heads at this moment, afraid that they would be injured by the Sword Intent.
Even in the face of such a powerful and terrifying enemy, Gu Xi stood on the spot without moving an inch. Even his expression did not change. He looked as if he had been scared silly.
