"I underestimated you."
Zhong Ran's Primordial Spirit spoke again. "But if you think this is enough to humiliate me, then you are sorely mistaken!"
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Resounding sword hum rang out from Zhong Ran's physical body.
Two sword wings, one black and one white, each over three meters long, extended from Zhong Ran's back. Prison-like divine might surged forth, as though two deities had awakened from their slumber, terrifying beyond measure.
"You don't think you lost to me because you didn't go all out, do you?" Jiang Chuan raised a brow.
"I am the Vice Chairman of the Central Committee. Excluding the Princes of Great Xia, only four people in Great Xia rank above me. If I am truly forced to fight with all my strength, there are only a handful of people on the entire Earth Star who can defeat me!" Zhong Ran was supremely confident.
Clang!!!
The Flowing Cloud Sword slumbering at Jiang Chuan's waist shot from its sheath like a Silver Dragon awakening from sleep, landing in Jiang Chuan's hand. With the Flowing Cloud Sword in hand, Jiang Chuan slashed.
Jiang Chuan's slash was like immortal lightning descending from the ninth heaven, cleaving directly toward the sword wings behind Zhong Ran's physical body.
Boom!
Amid a thunderous crash like a divine mountain collapsing, the black-and-white sword wings were sent flying.
Fast!
Far too fast!
Jiang Chuan's sword had been fast to the utmost. Qiuyue Bai, Zhao Danqin, and the others had not even reacted before the black-and-white sword wings were cleaved away.
"A Peak Grade Dao Tool flying sword!"
Li Wenbin said in shock, "Jiang Chuan actually has a Peak Grade Dao Tool!"
"Wang Youpeng's Flowing Cloud Sword!"
Lu Chenling looked astonished. "He was actually slain by Jiang Chuan!"
"What other trump cards do you have?