"Slash."
In the third level of the trial grounds, Han Muye's Floating Cloud Sword Intent left a deep impression on everyone.
His swordsmanship was as light as wisps of clouds, freely wandering within inches, truly resembling a sword immortal.
At this moment, Han Muye swung his sword, and the brilliance of the sword radiated as bright as the midday sun.
The intense sword light cleaved through the three-zhang-long rhinoceros in front, directly shattering its body into fragmented rocks.
The sword light remained undiminished, spanning thousands of zhangs, even splitting the rugged wasteland behind into a three-zhang-deep crevice.
"Fierce and unrestrained, this sword can be called violent." Inside a stone hall, an old man holding a long sword spoke softly as he watched the dissipating sword light on the screen in front of him.
There were flashes of green light in his eyes.
