Wei Rong's hairband was severed by a stroke of the sword in Qi Lin's hand. Had she not dodged with all her strength, that strike would have pierced the center of her brow.
"Qi Lin!!!" Wei Rong screamed in shock and fury, her hair hanging loose.
Qi Lin remained expressionless as he formed a hand seal to command his sword.
With a clang, the sword quivered and rang.
As though piercing a rainbow and the sun, its keen aura soared into the sky. The dust swept by the Sword Light seemed to grow even finer.
Wei Rong bore the brunt of it. Feeling the stinging pain of blades slicing her skin, she frantically retreated.
Her eyes were filled with terror as she looked at Qi Lin.
This was the first time she had truly experienced the real strength of the man respectfully known as "Mr. Qi" in the Demon Capital.
She had thought that, as a fellow Viscera Refining Stage expert, she could at least fight Qi Lin to a draw.
But now it seemed-
His foundation from the Bone Tempering Stage far surpassed hers. Otherwise, she could not possibly have been so utterly overwhelmed when they were at the same cultivation level!
As Wei Rong rapidly retreated, she circulated her cultivation technique at high speed, mobilizing her vitality. Streaks of frosty Sword Qi shot out wildly, blasting the ground apart wherever they passed.
The many students were horrified by such combat power. They had long since withdrawn beyond the square, not daring to approach at all, yet the bone-chilling cold washing over them still made their expressions change drastically.
Yet before Qi Lin's Sword Qi, these attacks were as fragile as tofu, effortlessly crushed and swept aside.
Wei Rong's face instantly filled with horror as she watched Qi Lin's