He Yunsheng stepped onto the arena, and more than a dozen martial artists from the Purple Bamboo Tribe immediately attacked him, intending to drive him off the stage.
Yet even though the dozen men attacked with all their might, He Yunsheng still defeated each of them with a single sword strike.
Such formidable strength left all the younger generation of the Purple Bamboo Tribe terrified.
"What powerful swordsmanship! He Yunsheng's cultivation was already impressive, and now that he has combined it with the Great River Tribe's ancestral Great River Sword Intent, his attacks are even sharper and more extraordinary!" Zi Feng said in astonishment.
Lin Bai could tell that Zi Feng's expression was unusually grim. He knew that before He Yunsheng, he would have no power to resist at all.
Zi Xia chuckled. "See that? This man is He Yunsheng, the foremost prodigy of the Great River Tribe. His sword intent reaches through heaven and earth, and it's truly terrifying!"
"Within the Purple Bamboo Tribe, apart from me and Zi Qing, there are probably very few martial artists who could be his opponent!"
Lin Bai sneered contemptuously. "His swordsmanship is frivolous and weak—a pretty pillow with nothing inside, flashy but useless. What is there to fear?"
Hearing this, Zi Feng unconsciously looked toward Lin Bai, his expression somewhat aghast. He truly could not understand why Lin Bai would judge He Yunsheng's swordsmanship that way.
Zi Xia snorted. "He Yunsheng has fought more than a dozen martial artists from the Purple Bamboo Tribe in succession, defeating every one of them with a single sword strike. With swordsmanship like that, you still call him flashy and useless, a pretty pillow with nothing inside?"
"Do you understand swordsmanship?"
"If you don't, then stop making reckless comments!"
Lin Bai smiled faintly and said nothing.