Xiao Jian was repelled by a palm strike from Lin Chen, his face suddenly turning ugly.
On the China Newcomers Ranking, Xiao Jian had always occupied the top spot, only recently surpassed by Bai Ling.
The dignity of a strong person made Xiao Jian's expression so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip from it. With an icy gaze fixed on Lin Chen, he raised his hand, and the treasured sword in his grasp actually split into three.
Waves of Spiritual Power slowly began to emanate.
The treasured swords that had split into three looked as if they had come to life in the void.
"Remote control!"
Lin Chen narrowed his eyes, "This guy's special ability is actually remote control."
"Xiao Jian has finally used his special ability!"
Whispers in the audience seats grew quieter and quieter; everyone's eyes were wide open, watching the three floating swords in front of Xiao Jian.
