Peerless sword light flooded downward, shaking heaven and earth, dazzlingly brilliant. Like countless flames converging at a single point, it utterly buried Lu Chen's body, and the entire world seemed to turn upside down.
Faint smiles appeared on everyone else's faces.
Especially the Palace Attire Woman, whose beauty was bewitching. She was the first to chuckle. "This youngster is fairly decent, but unfortunately, he ran into the ancestor of the Sword Dao!"
"Wan Jianyi's swordsmanship has grown even more terrifying!"
"Indeed. One strike of his sword is blindingly radiant, containing creation itself, its laws shaking the heavens."
"This single strike involves the profound meanings of seven or eight laws. It is truly inconceivable."
The others all voiced their amazement.
They seemed already able to completely foresee Lu Chen's fate.
However!
An utterly bizarre scene appeared.
Ssh!
Patches of strange, terrifying black light suddenly bloomed, like pitch-black whirlpools, instantly swallowing all the dreadful sword light Wan Jianyi had slashed forth.
The sword light, originally dazzling and incomparably terrifying, vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Lu Chen's expression remained calm as he stood tall, exuding an intangible aura. He looked as though nothing had happened, his entire body indescribably strange.
At the tip of a finger on his right hand, a tiny black vortex emerged, slowly revolving as though connected to a cosmic whirlpool, devouring every trace of the sword light from before.
"Is this your swordsmanship?"
Lu Chen's calm voice rang out. His fair palm reached toward his waist as he said, "Then try my sword as well!"
Clang!
The Golden Soft Sword left its sheath in an instant, carrying a blaze of dazzling sword light. It seemed to become the only thing between heaven and earth, soaring into the sky at once and drawing everyone's gaze.