He drew out his longsword, conjuring dozens of sword flowers before him, firmly guarding himself.
Engaged in battles large and small over a hundred times, this was the first time he assumed a defensive stance from the outset.
"Whoosh!"
A forceful gust pierced through the air, directly sweeping through all the sword flowers and collided with his longsword.
"Pff!"
The crowd was utterly terrified, witnessing a scene that would be etched in their memories forever.
That formidable Martial Artist, the Intermediate War King Zhu Zhusword, spewed blood wildly as he was slammed heavily into the wall, even penetrating through it.
The fine steel longsword in his hand shattered into countless pieces, scattering to the ground with a crisp, low hum.
No one present could remain calm, expressions of shock, awe, and fear filled the room. Even Yan Wudao, who stood aloof from the affair, had his gaze frozen with disbelief.
