"Protective Gang Qi! Only a Grandmaster can manifest that!" Liu Su's expression turned serious, and with a soft hiss, she thrust her sword forward once more.
"This..." Guan Chengye was stunned. Just as he was about to speak, Liu Su's cold voice cut through the air.
"Since you claim to be a Grandmaster, then face another one of my strikes!"
CLANG!
The Sword Intent rang out, sharp and chilling, making the air feel even colder. A Hundred-Color Longsword materialized before everyone. Its three-foot Qing Feng blade, coated in frost, emanated a cold and powerful Sword Intent.
What terrifying Sword Intent! Zhuang Yu's face was stricken with horror. Forget about blocking that strike; surviving it at all would be a miracle.
The disciples of the Crane Immortal Sect, however, were thrilled. The young men and women clenched their fists, silently cheering for their master. Guan Jiaojiao's face was pale, worried that Lin Mu couldn't possibly handle such an attack.
