On the vast plain outside of the Sword King City, two people stood opposite each other, fifty feet apart.
Both dressed in green robes, Shen Canghai carried an aura of dignified severity. His face was handsome, his swordlike brows knitted in a frown. He held a black chain whip in his hand.
The chain whip consisted of thirteen sections, each six inches and six longs, hooked together. It shimmered under sunlight, revealing a hefty and overwhelming sheen.
Compared to the suffocating Shen Canghai, Shi Xiaole's demeanour was undeniably more restrained. Despite being a swordsman, he didn't exhibit a bit of sharpness. Instead, there was a sense of 'nothingness' around him.
Not in a physical sense, but in a spiritual one.
It seemed as if he didn't exist in this void, yet at the same time, he seemed to be everywhere. Anyone without sufficient willpower would go mad simply from trying to sense his aura.
"So strong!" Hua Yiyun muttered, hurrying to the scene with Yuan Yuying in tow.
