Merely by glancing at that person in the crowd, Chen Changsheng's eyes grew somewhat sore. Only after the wind blew past and the curtain's descent cut off his line of sight did he no longer feel so uncomfortable.
It was a very powerful sword intent. In these past few months, Chen Changsheng had encountered many experts. In the Garden of Zhou, he had joined hearts with ten thousand swords, and then he had joined together with Su Li on the journey south. His sense for the keenness of sword intent had long surpassed that of the average person. He could sense that although this person’s sword intent did not match up to that of a powerful figure in the Divine Domain like Zhu Luo, it was still extremely frightening. Even more frightening was that this person's sword intent also contained a killing intent. That killing intent was not concealed at all and was targeted at him.
"Who is that?" he asked.
