SWOOSH!
Wen Qingye drew his sword in a flash. A bolt of Sword Aura, swift as lightning, slashed toward Shen Junru. The overwhelming pressure of the Sword Aura surged toward her, its passage marked by a piercing whistle that vibrated through the air.
Wen Qingye held nothing back in this strike, as if he had poured every last wisp of his Primordial Qi into it. The moment this heaven-shaking Sword Qi appeared, it alarmed all the experts in the vicinity of Phoenix City.
"Hmph. A mantis trying to stop a chariot! You overestimate yourself!"
Shen Junru didn't even furrow her brow. She extended two fingers and simply pinched Wen Qingye's Sword Aura into dust, which dissipated into the air as Primordial Qi.
Shen Junru's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an extremely dignified and tyrannical power, rolling outward like a clap of thunder.
PUH!
The experts who had just rushed over all felt a sharp pain in their chests and spat out a mouthful of blood.
