A beam of Xinghe Sword Qi lit up the night sky. A hundred zhang long, it tore through the air, rushing straight for Ning Jiang.
'He's in danger.'
The hairs on Grand Elder Meng Nanfeng's arms stood on end, and he stared without blinking.
'This strike is too terrifying.'
As fellow Sword Cultivators, the Twin Sword Sons felt their hearts nearly stop, stunned by the power of this sword strike. They had a feeling that it wasn't just the two of them; even if all the young prodigies attacked together, they would be slain by this one blow without a doubt.
"With a sword like this, who can even compete?"
The Elders of the Star Sword Sect were brimming with confidence. Even some at the Primordial Spirit Fourth Tribulation Realm were secretly alarmed, thinking they would likely be injured if they tried to receive this blow.
This single strike was enough to prove Jian Xinghe's status as the number one of the younger generation.
'It's over.'
