Just a moment passed, and Lin Xin offered a faint smile, suddenly withdrawing his imposing aura.
The gap in strength between the two was too vast; there was no need for a fight. He had already grasped an understanding of the level of the Sword Sect's heart power users.
"So this is the strength of a Sword Heart power user?" He sheathed his sword and turned towards He Jing, who was nearly petrified with fear by Lin Xin's aura.
The disparity in their killing intent was so large that there was no need for action; the other party had already reached the brink of collapse.
Feeling somewhat bored, Lin Xin roughly understood the level of Sword Heart power users, equivalent to Qi Cultivators but slightly stronger. Of course, this was only an estimation based on aura; actual combat had many uncontrollable variables and was not precisely predictable.
