Chen Gong, a Fifth Tier practitioner of Xuan Qi, was only 23 years old. Among his peers, he was a second-tier genius. He thought he was not someone just anyone could provoke, and hence unleashed 70% of his power as soon as he fired his first shot.
The Sword Qi whistled, roaring like a raging wind.
If Shi Xiaole could not even block this move, it would bring disgrace upon himself.
The sword light flashed across him, splitting Wind Intent Sword Qi into two halves, dissipating to the left and right of Shi Xiaole.
"Hmm, the sword is quite fast."
Chen Gong was a bit surprised, immediately annoyed. An insignificant individual at the fourth level of Xuan Qi, who wasn't even well-known, dared to brag about comparing his skills with him. What did he take Chen Gong for?
"Wind and thunder go together."
With fifty percent of Wind Intent and Internal Power simulating the Sword Qi of thunder, Chen Gong swung his sword angrily at Shi Xiaole.
