"What was that? What kind of technique did the Sword Fairy use?"
"Nothing. It's her Sword Intent hacking through his body!"
The crowd erupted in excitement. Even some of the more battle-hardened cultivators found themselves marveling at Jiang Jianxin's speed.
Meanwhile, Elder Hu Zhen gritted his teeth. The cut on his sleeve was shallow, barely grazing his skin. His wound didn't hurt him but Jiang Jianxin's speed truly baffled him.
His face darkened, but instead of retreating, he let out a guttural laugh.
"Hah! Is this all? You dance around like a butterfly, but do you have the strength to break my defenses?"
He smacked his chest with his free hand and a metallic clang resounded through the arena.
Clang!
The sound was unnatural, like someone striking an armored plate.
The disciples of the Ironclad Blood Sect smirked.
