"What kind of weapon is this?"
Shen Youlin glanced at the incomparably exquisite Xuanyuan Sword, feeling a momentary unease before his confidence returned.
The Kylin Sword is the foremost Imperial Sword of the Eastern Continent!
He refused to believe that the minor Divine Court of the Great Qin Dynasty could possess an imperial weapon even more formidable than the Kylin Sword!
CLANG!
Under the gazes of countless onlookers, the two swords clashed, sending sparks flying, locked in a stalemate.
Shen Youlin's expression froze!
As he watched the point of impact between the two swords, his pupils contracted violently. A tiny notch had appeared on the crimson blade of his Kylin Sword, while the Xuanyuan Sword remained utterly unscathed.
BOOM!
A few breaths later, accompanied by a piercing shriek, both combatants were sent flying backward. Qin Wudao retreated about thirty zhang, but Shen Youlin, regarded by many as the young War God, was hurled back a full sixty zhang!
