Seeing Lû Chunyang successfully cross the Soul-Breaking Bridge invigorated the crowd of youths.
'The Soul-Breaking Bridge isn't so tough after all. If Lû Chunyang can make it across, then so can I!'
The group of boys and girls were all around fifteen or sixteen, an age where they were most hot-blooded. None of them were willing to admit defeat.
The next moment, a richly dressed youth of fifteen or sixteen stepped forward.
The youth wore azure robes and carried a great golden blade on his back. His expression was haughty, and his eyes held a domineering glint.
His figure shot forward like a whirlwind.
He moved like a fierce tiger, plunging directly into the churning black wind. In mid-air, he unleashed a strike. An incomparably domineering flash of blade light shattered all the black mist in his path as he charged straight for the other side.
