At that moment, within the small space blazing with heat and spattering flames, Chen Fan swung the sharp sword in his hand and swept it fiercely toward an iron sword at the heart of the sea of fire.
Banners gleamed all around, halberds and spears shimmered, and all manner of weapons flashed with sharp radiance as they unleashed immensely powerful arts. Only that iron sword remained utterly still, carrying the calm, unruffled bearing of a master untouched by drifting clouds.
Yet this was clearly an illusion. The iron sword looked utterly ordinary, but it concealed a terrifying killing intent, like the force to destroy heaven and earth. This sword either did not emerge—or, once it did, blood would surely be spilled.
Chen Fan's Heavenly Eye Treasure Art was still limited. He could only tell that the sword was extraordinarily unusual, so he resolutely launched an attack against it.
The instant his sword swung out, the iron sword suddenly trembled. Then a flash of cold light swept past, and the iron sword abruptly pointed straight at Chen Fan with the force of teleportation. In that moment, Chen Fan's mind shuddered, as though he had been targeted by some terrifying ancient fiend. The cold glint on the blade was like the eyes of a venomous snake—chilling and dreadful as it stared fixedly at him.
"Not good!" Chen Fan instantly felt an unprecedented killing intent envelop his entire body. This sword was absolutely not something he could confront head-on. Its power had completely surpassed this realm; it was not strength that should exist in this world.
Whoosh!
In an instant, Chen Fan's vision blurred. The tranquil iron sword suddenly split apart, transforming into countless sharp swords that formed a circle, their tips pointing in every direction. Even with his Heavenly Eye Treasure Art