The entire town erupted in an uproar.
More and more people from the Martial World hurried over.
More and more Martial World folk were casually sent flying.
Without trying it personally, no matter how powerful others claimed him to be, it was all ultimately pointless.
In the struggle for martial supremacy, who was willing to resign themselves to being beneath others?
Others failing did not mean they would fail.
Yet after trying for themselves, they discovered that they truly could not do it either.
In the distance, hooves thundered.
Several figures rapidly approached. Mad Blade Guo Jing yanked hard on the reins, bringing his steed to an abrupt halt.
His face was cold, his body clad in black. A long saber hung at his waist, and his gaze was as sharp as a blade as he looked toward the distant street.
There, the crowd had gathered, buzzing with discussion.
From time to time, someone was sent flying, drawing cries of alarm.
"That's Lu Chen. Lu Chen is using his saber to test the heroes!"
He Qianxing's eyes flickered as he spoke.
"Testing the heroes with his saber?"
Guo Jing sneered. "Heroes, or bears? Can just anyone be called a hero now?"
He Qianxing cursed inwardly.
Damn it, this bastard really was arrogant!
At the side, Hu Yun and Ying Qi merely looked at their noses, their noses at their hearts, too lazy to speak with him again.
No wonder this bastard was called Mad Blade! The fact that he had not been beaten to death over that mouth of his was proof that his life was tough.
"My lord, Xiao Zihai, the Lightning Sword, has come as well."
One of the men beside Guo Jing suddenly spoke in a low voice, looking toward the front.
Xiao Zihai was ranked