The Sword Qi was domineering beyond measure; within a radius of several dozen zhang, a faint killing intent prevailed, and the world-controlling force wielded by the middle-aged man was instantly shredded into pieces.
A breeze passed by, leaving lines of cuts on the clothes of the middle-aged man.
"Whose Sword Qi is this? Even Dugu Huangtian shouldn't possess such strong Sword Qi."
A flash of shock passed through the eyes of the middle-aged man as he cried out loud, his face filled with gravity.
This Sword Qi was clearly not something Ye Chen could bring forth, but to his great surprise, Ye Chen actually held such an ace up his sleeve.
The Sword Qi was brimming with lethal intent and biting cold. Although it was only a faint sense of Sword Intent, the middle-aged man was not confident that he could safely fend off this Sword Qi.
