Linley and Haydson stood there in mid-air, staring at each other from over a few hundred meters apart. Naturally, they used battle-qi to speak to each other, and their voices were very loud. The viewers below could hear their words clearly.
“How arrogant!” Wharton frowned.
“F*ck his grandmother, when his Lordship beats him to the point of being unable to fight back, this Haydson will know how ignorantand sheltered he is.” Gates cursed unhappily.
Although most of the spectators below felt Haydson was arrogant, they also knew…that Haydson had the power to be arrogant. After all, he was the Monolithic Sword Saint, famous for his defense!
In mid-air.
The Monolithic Sword Saint, Haydson, finished his words, and the area around him became covered with those earthen swirls of energy. The density of that roiling energy had reached a terrifying density and power.
“Force you to draw your sword?” Linley’s lips curved upwards.
