Ling Tian and Wen Jian's battle had drawn everyone's attention. Both of them had brought out their Immortal Artifacts right away, showing just how seriously they regarded each other. Sensing the strange qualities of Wen Jian's Immortal Sword, Ling Tian furrowed his brow. This sword isn't ordinary. The holes in its blade are probably similar to the openwork on Hu Yao and Ye Ling's Immortal Artifacts.
"Ling Tian, Wen Jian's sword is of a very high grade. It's among the finest Immortal Artifacts," Po Qiong said, his voice grave. "The Immortal Sword belongs to the metal element. Its killing intent is intense, and Wen Jian has an Innate Gold Spirit Physique. The two are a perfect match, so its power must be formidable. You'd better be careful."
"I've already felt that." Ling Tian nodded and gave his heavy halberd a shake. "Then let me see just how strong he is."
As he spoke, Ling Tian unleashed his Illusory God Phantom Shadow Movement Technique. His heavy halberd whirled in a gale as he charged straight at Wen Jian. Layer upon layer of halberd shadows bore down on him, leaving the impression that the attack couldn't be met head-on. Ling Tian was confident that Wen Jian would have to avoid its edge.
Unexpectedly, Wen Jian showed no intention of dodging. He swung his Immortal Sword in a simple, seemingly slow arc, but in an instant it was already before Ling Tian, meeting his heavy halberd head-on.
The clang of metal rang out, followed by a humming vibration and the clear ring of a sword. Both men retreated two steps. The clash had ended in a draw. Ling Tian stared at Wen Jian in disbelief. He hadn't expected a flying sword to withstand the strike of his heavy halberd.
Though puzzled, Ling Tian