Wang Xian, even when facing Yang Xu of the Kunlun Sword Sect, had never been this furious.
He least wanted to remember that scene on Phoenix Terrace at the Academy.
Yet now Wang Ruofei kept pouring salt into his wounds.
Watching the scene unfold on the life-and-death platform in the distance, Yan Ruobing sent a voice transmission to the Old Daoist. "Yang Xu really didn't die unjustly at his hands!"
He had to admit, he was shaken too!
This was madness!
Wang Xian was only at the Golden Core realm. Compared to an Academy elder, the gap between their cultivation levels was as vast as the heavens and earth!
And yet Wang Xian could fight him without losing ground.
In his eyes, it came down to being ruthless and having a fast sword.
Wang Xian's physical strength was terrifying, too. Even the Kunlun Sword Sect couldn't name more than a few elders who cultivated both Dao and martial arts.
"Don't rush. I'm going to take your life!"
Wang Ruofei drew a deep breath. Hatred hardened the killing intent in his eyes; he wished he could take Wang Xian's head with a single stroke.
He stepped forward, a savage look flashing in his eyes.
The spirit sword in his right hand rang out. Just as he swung it, a golden light suddenly shot from his left hand...
"Rumble!"
A terrifying explosion erupted in front of Wang Xian. The massive shockwave struck at him like ten thousand swords!
The instant the explosion rang out, Wang Ruofei's spirit sword slashed forward!
In that moment, Wang Xian sensed two surging waves of killing intent coming at him from different directions.
The killing intent was so dense it seemed impossible to breathe.
His pupils contracted. He pushed off with his feet and shot backward in