"Jiang Chen, you're quite interesting. Then, take this!" Tianfeng Jue said.
Tianfeng Jue gripped his longsword and slashed it at Jiang Chen.
This sword strike carried an overwhelmingly powerful presence, leaving the other four onlookers stunned.
They could sense an immense crisis from that strike. If they had been the ones facing such a powerful blow, they would have had no confidence in blocking it.
Fortunately, Tianfeng Jue's target was not them.
The four of them had not even exchanged blows with Tianfeng Jue yet, but thoughts of retreat had already risen in their hearts.
Just as everyone thought Jiang Chen would be killed by that strike, he threw a punch.
A massive phantom fist appeared and directly shattered the Sword Qi.
The powerful shockwave forced the four spectators to retreat some distance. They stared toward Jiang Chen in utter shock.
Jiang Chen had actually broken such a powerful strike?
Wasn't Jiang Chen far too strong?
When Tianfeng Jue saw that Jiang Chen had broken his move, surprise flashed through his eyes as well.
"Jiang Chen, as expected of a genius who made it into the third round. You truly have some skill. This is getting more and more interesting," Tianfeng Jue said with a faint smile.
Next, Tianfeng Jue waved his hand. In an instant, countless longswords flew out from one of his magical artifacts.
That artifact contained a storage space filled with a vast number of longswords.
There were several hundred of them.
With Tianfeng Jue's soul power, controlling several thousand longswords would not be difficult. However, doing so would put immense strain on his soul, and he would be unable to control every sword as precisely.
These more than three hundred longswords were enough for Tianfeng Jue to manipulate well without placing too much pressure on him.