"This sword intent..."
Sitting high in the seats for the Profound List, Fang Zhou suddenly opened his eyes, two beams of light flashed from his eyes, staring at Chu Ming in mid-air, filled with endless battle intent.
When swordsmen meet, they are bound to compete; just this aura from Chu Ming was enough for him to take seriously.
His body couldn't help but tremble, and the silver sword sheath in his hand had a feeling of wanting to burst forth. This was excitement, the excitement of meeting a swordsman of the same level.
Ever since he was defeated by the Hundred-Sword Prince Wang Xuanyi, he had not felt this excitement in a long time. Only excitement could drive him to continue advancing in the Sword Dao.
CRACK!
POOF!
A terrifying sword light burst forth from Chu Ming's hand, directly slicing through layers of white waves. The sky withdrew, the space changed color, and the eyes of the crowd were unknowingly drawn into the sword light.
"Poof..."
