Inside the hall, the sounds of exploding Qi Force and weapons tearing through the air were unending. Debris from shattered tables and chairs filled the air, and deep gouges from the fierce Qi Force scarred the stone floor.
Facing an encirclement of six men—the weakest of whom were Eighth Grade, with two Seventh Grade Martial Artists among them—Fang Han's pupils constricted, yet he showed no fear.
SWOOSH!
He instantly pushed his Wind Shadow Step to the absolute limit. His figure moved like a phantom, leaving a trail of afterimages in the cramped space as he weaved through the gaps between flashing blades and palm-shadows by a hair's breadth.
SHIIING!
The Cyan Blade Sword transformed into a streak of cyan lightning as he fully unleashed his Wind-Splitting Swordsmanship, which had reached the Perfection Level.
