Wen Qingye still smiled faintly. "A gap?"
Nie Shuang's eyes were filled with absolute confidence. He looked down on Wen Qingye. "You are not my opponent."
"Show me what you've got. Empty words are meaningless," Wen Qingye said, shaking his head.
"I just hope this doesn't crush your future Martial Dao heart. You'd best pray for yourself."
After speaking, Nie Shuang violently swung the saber in his hand toward Wen Qingye.
A blue Sword Aura burst through the air, slashing at his waist. The Sword Aura was dozens of feet long, stretching across the entire central plaza and carrying a frenzied, sharp aura.
This casual strike from Nie Shuang was enough to show the height of his cultivation.
"Nie Shuang truly is the top expert of Celestial Academy. I'm afraid an ordinary Martial Artist at the Refining Spirit Fourth Layer couldn't compare to that strike."
