Bi Hanhai's face was just as grim. Only now did he recall what Bai Hanmo had said at the inn: even if he did not make a move, Ye Xiwen would. He had never taken those words seriously before. After all, he had never seen Ye Xiwen truly fight, nor had he thought there was anything to fear.
But Ye Xiwen's move this time instantly filled him with shock. Secretly, he felt fortunate that he had not lost control and fully erupted into conflict at the inn. On his own, he truly might not have been a match for those two.
Yet before everyone could continue their astonishment, Chai Jianming's true offensive had already arrived. That earlier sword radiance had merely been a preliminary attack; the real assault was the attack Chai Jianming sent forth close behind it.
Driven by his true essence, the longsword in Chai Jianming's hand continuously let out tremendous ringing cries. In an instant, it swept forth a terrifying sword radiance, drawing a long streak across the sky as it slashed down.
More importantly, if the sword radiance just now had been like a wild storm, then the sword radiance in his hand now was like towering tsunami waves sweeping in.
He had concentrated all his scattered power into a single point. Its destructive force was more than a little stronger than before. He intended to settle victory and defeat with Ye Xiwen in one all-out strike.
"Go die!" Chai Jianming's eyes were bloodshot as he sneered. The sword radiance in his hand grew ever larger, its momentum like Mount Tai bearing down overhead, crushing people until they could barely breathe.
Augmented by the sword intent, his own aura became even more terrifying. It locked firmly onto Ye Xiwen, leaving him no way to escape.
Facing