Hu Qi's feeling was terrible to the extreme.
He was not an ordinary person; his Cultivation Level in the Purple Mansion was at the seventh tier, and like Dao, he hailed from the battle camps, having experienced hundreds of large and small battles, with rich experience in fighting other Cultivators.
But he had never faced such a dire situation!
Wang Chen hadn't even drawn his sword, yet the Sword Intent he emanated already overwhelmed Hu Qi.
He felt as if he had suddenly been thrown into a world of ice and snow, surrounded by a bleak expanse, silent to the extreme.
The bone-chilling cold ignored the barrier of his Body Protection Spell, silently seeping into Hu Qi's body, freezing his blood, and making the flow of his Mana incredibly sluggish.
What kind of swordsmanship was this?
The fear Hu Qi felt at that moment was truly indescribable.
