"Then let those two stay here and continue undergoing the phantoms' trials. I believe such battles will bring them nothing but benefits. I'll accept your test, Senior." Qin Shaofeng nodded lightly.
The space before him suddenly twisted in waves.
When everything became clear again, Qin Shaofeng found that the room before him still looked like the same empty chamber as before, yet he was no longer in the previous room.
"Boy, don't be surprised. This Martial Hero Tower of mine has ninety-nine rooms. You're currently in the first room. Are you ready?" the aged voice rang out.
"Come on!"
Qin Shaofeng raised the saber in his hand.
The moment his words fell, Qin Shaofeng saw phantoms beginning to emerge from all directions, numbering at least several dozen.
In a flicker, the phantoms had already charged before him.
"Perfect!"
Qin Shaofeng let out a delighted shout as his figure moved at the same time.
His saber cleaved down, and the space beneath its edge twisted in ripples.
He took a step forward, sword fingers raised on his left hand while his saber swept horizontally in his right, charging first into the phantoms' encirclement.
Whether Qin Shaofeng or those phantoms, all of them possessed Sage Peak cultivation.
Yet in the instant they clashed, three phantoms shattered.
One phantom was shattered by a single slash of his saber, while the other two collapsed beneath what appeared to be a light, fluttering finger strike.
"What a formidable martial skill. In all the history known to this old man, aside from Xu, only a very few people could stand shoulder to shoulder with you in such a martial skill." The aged voice brimmed with astonishment.
Qin Shaofeng still showed no intention of answering.
With another sweep of the saber in his hand, he once again