The many Airflow Sea Disciples burst into cheers, rooting for Boer.
Amid the cheers, Boer slowly stepped forward.
That sword intent he had tempered for many years appeared in his hand.
The crimson sword intent, honed over countless years, resembled a sword-shaped red crystal artwork.
The moment the sword intent appeared, Han Wu even caught a whiff of grape fragrance.
"Kid, beneath my Intoxicated Sword Intent, even if I sliced every piece of flesh off your body, you wouldn't feel the slightest pain. For you, this should be the easiest way to die." Boer wore an expression that said, "See how considerate I am of you."
It truly irritated Han Wu.
If you were robbing someone, then rob them. Why so much nonsense?
Without another word, Han Wu stepped forward and brought down the sword intent in his hand, clashing with Boer's Intoxicated Sword Intent.
The instant they collided, Han Wu felt his sword intent suffer a considerable blow. Cracks appeared at the point of impact, as though it might shatter at any moment.
Han Wu hurriedly retreated several steps, opening up distance from Boer.
He then used the Plane Power he possessed to repair the damage to his sword intent.
Boer merely laughed loudly.
"A sword intent you comprehended only recently probably hasn't even fully awakened its specific traits yet. How could it possibly compare with my Intoxicated Sword Intent, which I've honed for years?"
As he spoke, Boer made his move.
His body swayed as though he were drunk, yet he was exceptionally fast.
Before he even arrived, an intoxicating fragrance had already rushed toward Han Wu.
Han Wu failed to take notice and inhaled a breath of it. He immediately felt his head grow heavy, as though he were drunk.
But this effect was negligible to him.