This sword seemed to sever the souls of everyone present.
Wan Jianxing's body stiffened, his sword-holding hand trembling slightly as cold sweat dripped down his face.
He had been completely unable to evade that sword stroke, and what terrified him the most was that he had not been able to discern its trajectory.
Drip-drip!
Bright red blood spattered onto the bluestone beneath, blossoming into droplets. Yuan Fei's face was as white as a sheet, with a crack across his chest that spread from his left shoulder to his abdomen.
He looked at Lin Xuan in horror, only to see the latter turn away emotionlessly and slowly walk away.
"Lin Xuan!" Yuan Fei clenched his fists and roared softly.
Since defeating Wan Jianxing, he had looked down upon sword cultivators, believing that any sword cultivator facing him was doomed to lose.
However, Lin Xuan's sword had shown him just how terrifying a sword cultivator could be.
