Little Red Luo was already furious.
How could she let Silver Art take the lead now?
She clapped her hands together.
The walls on both sides of the ancient bridge, along with the ground, suddenly tore open a huge gash, aiming to devour the Cloaked Swordsman.
But it was only a moment.
A "clang" sounded.
The crystal-clear blade was unsheathed in an instant, and the previously restrained murderous intent surged freely like released restraints.
The earthen spikes in front of him shattered effortlessly in an instant.
With a "whoosh".
The tip of the sword was pointed at Little Red Luo's throat.
It was then that a silvery light burst forth.
If the Xuan Iron-forged longsword's murderous rage boiled in the hands of this formidable swordsman, comparable to a strong contemporary one bursting forth with force enough to challenge the heavens,
Then the current silvery light seemed as insignificant as an ant trying to shake a tree; it was too inconspicuous.
