They all wisely chose not to interfere in the battle here.
"How could this be?! In a direct clash of strength, he actually matched me!" Sword Douluo frowned deeply as the pressure on him surged in an instant. The confidence on his face vanished, and he could no longer remain calm.
"Your power is indeed formidable, but if this is all you have, it is still not enough." A faint smile appeared on Zhao Yun's lips as he continued, "Is this your full strength?"
The next second, an even more terrifying power erupted from Zhao Yun's body.
"What?!"
"Impossible!"
"His power is actually this strong!"
"This is bad!"
Sword Douluo's expression changed drastically, and his heart was filled with shock.
Only after this direct clash of strength did he realize that Zhao Yun was far stronger than he had imagined!
Bang!
"Urgh!"
Sword Douluo's power was instantly suppressed across the board, and Zhao Yun sent him crashing toward the ground with a single spear strike.
With a loud boom, Sword Douluo's body was blasted into the ground.
Yet he did not fall. Both feet landed on the ground, but the overwhelming force still prevented him from standing straight.
Instead, he dropped to one knee, planting the Seven Kill Sword into the ground.
Only then did he barely manage to support himself and avoid collapsing.
"So strong..."
Sword Douluo, still kneeling on one knee, raised his head and looked at Zhao Yun in the air.
His eyes were now filled with apprehension and unease. "So your strength is this great. We all underestimated you."
"Zhao Yun, you should be the strongest person in the Aiven Kingdom, shouldn't you?"
Zhao Yun looked down at Sword Douluo without concealing anything.
"No. I am not the strongest."
"What?"
"This still isn't the strongest?" Sword