Their gazes clashed, ripples appearing in the void.
The next moment, the Sword Bearer moved, his sword cry piercing the Nine Heavens, one sword startling the Nine States. With one slash, myriad sword shadows appeared, indistinguishable from the real one, as if sword shadows from all directions were all descending upon him.
Xiao Han retreated, for this sword was terrifying. Yet, his eyes remained calm, devoid of panic. This caused the Sword Bearer some trepidation—his opponent was too composed, beyond his expectations. In reality, faced with this sword, Xiao Han shouldn't have been so serene.
Could it be a ruse? A thought flashed through the Sword Bearer's mind. It wasn't that he was overly cautious, but he was facing the heir of the Heavenly Evil Doctor, different from ordinary Great Grandmasters—far too peculiar. No one could guarantee what special means the lineage of the Heavenly Evil Doctor might possess.
