Wen Gao's sword seemed to encompass the entire world, and the onlookers felt as if their souls were being sucked away by the stroke.
In the crowd, Ling Fan nodded slightly, acknowledging that compared to last time, Wen Gao's Sword Intent had improved significantly.
At the same time, Leng Junhao made his move, his Soft Sword streaking across the sky like a meteor chasing the moon, surging towards the sword that Wen Gao thrust forward.
The atmosphere in the hall seemed to freeze; in front of the swords of the two men, it was as if time itself had come to a standstill.
In the blink of an eye, the two swords collided with pinpoint accuracy, like a needle tip to wheat awn, and from their meeting, an invisible wave of energy dispersed in all directions.
"Bang!"
"Boom!"
The bystanders standing close by were instantly swept away by the blast, causing a ghostly wail to arise, and a number of the big shots ended up with ash-covered faces, looking quite embarrassed!
