"Th-That can't be possible, can it?"
Zhan Zuixin and Young Master Dai were both stunned.
They did not want to admit it, yet with Qin Shaofeng's reminder, they had no choice but to acknowledge the possibility.
Both of them subconsciously turned their gazes toward the battlefield.
Ren Zeming held his saber, seemingly poised and ready, yet even when Qi Sanchuan's sword reached the top of his head, he still did not make a move.
That sight alone
was enough to make them believe Qin Shaofeng's words.
Ren Zeming, who had looked as though he had been ready to strike long ago, had already prepared to dodge after realizing the power behind Qi Sanchuan's sword.
The fierce, violent sword strike finally came crashing down.
But just as the Sword Qi was about to threaten Ren Zeming,
Ren Zeming suddenly spun around.
"He's running?!"
Qi Sanchuan's expression changed sharply.
His sword move had already run its course. Trying to change moves now was simply impossible.
Boom!
A thunderous roar erupted.
His fierce sword strike instantly carved a massive trench into the bluestone ground.
With Sword Qi crisscrossing wildly,
the trench was nearly a meter wide, at least several meters deep, and stretched almost all the way to the end of the plaza.
"As expected of someone from a sect. If we could learn such martial skills too, I believe we could kill them within three moves when facing them," someone behind Zhang Qingwen said with a sigh.
The eyesight of Rogue Cultivators was not something sect disciples could compare to.
They could all see it.
Qi Sanchuan's sword was fierce and invincible.
Yet it did not consume much of his bloodline power.
If they were to achieve something like this, the expenditure would be at least ten times Qi Sanchuan's, and they