Shenfeng raised his sword, his presence like the heavens themselves.
With a flash, the sword's light struck through the void, charging toward the opposite, completely intimidated fighter.
Everyone was shocked by this strike, the dazzling sword radiance soaring into the sky, the invincible silhouette deeply etched into the minds of all present.
Boom!
The sword's glare was blinding; it exploded, making everyone's eyes sting with involuntary tears, and a chill rose in everyone's hearts.
"No!"
The fighter completely enveloped in sword light involuntarily raised his hands above his head, eyes filled with terror, as the scent of death already wrapped around him.
As the sword light descended, Shenfeng crouched on the ground, a breeze blowing past him, fluttering the hem of his clothes.
As Shenfeng stood up, his gaze, sharp as the aurora, swept across the crowd; his eyes were like longswords, unstoppable.
The foreign fighter opposite him, dead!
