At Mei Xin's position, endless sword qi danced through the sky. An overbearing aura that could sweep across the world arose leisurely, while terrifying traces of sword qi filled every direction.
This was dominance—pure, overwhelming dominance. The long swords of some sword cultivators in all four directions even began to tremble softly.
The endless sword qi danced and slowly formed a powerful sword formation, as if carrying supreme might as it locked onto Luo Xingchen in the distance. Those nearby suddenly felt as though the heavens were collapsing.
Mei Xin's dominance was overwhelming!
Yet on another mountain peak, there was not the slightest trace of dominance. Luo Xingchen wore a blue robe that fluttered in the wind. He held a blue longbow in his hand, with a Golden Long Arrow nocked upon it. The bow was drawn into the shape of a full moon, seemingly brimming with strength, yet it possessed not the slightest aura, as though an ordinary mortal were drawing a bow.
There was no great aura, and people looked at Luo Xingchen with disdain. Only Plum Mountain Old Ancestor, in the valley below, revealed a trace of worry. It was not that Luo Xingchen had no aura to release; rather, he had locked all his aura onto a single point—the long arrow.
Luo Xingchen was the true expert.
Seeing that something was amiss, Plum Mountain Old Ancestor did not offer a warning. Instead, he watched solemnly.
In the distance, Mei Xin had been watching Luo Xingchen the entire time. When he saw Luo Xingchen draw the longbow, he felt an urge to laugh. A bow? How dare an arrow with so little force point at me?
In Mei Xin's eyes, even if Luo Xingchen shot an arrow at him, he had a hundred ways to block it.