Wu Gui walked to the edge of the arena. Without seeming to exert any force, he merely gave a light leap, and his entire body drifted onto the stage like a flying crane.
He stood on one side of the arena, facing Lin Qing from afar, his expression composed.
At this moment, the discussions in the plaza gradually died down.
Because everyone's eyes had gathered upon the arena.
Lin Qing and Wu Gui—one was a Martial Temple Envoy, a ruthless man who had slain a Heaven-Grade Killer from Shadow Moon Tower.
The other had risen from the martial examinations, a powerhouse whose strength rivaled that of a holy land's Holy Son.
Everyone could not help holding their breath.
Because this battle was destined to be even more spectacular than the last.
Wu Gui slowly drew a horizontal saber from his waist.
The saber's blade was long and slender, its edge bright as snow.
Its spine was covered in silver armor, while a blood groove had been carved into the blade. A faint cold gleam flowed over it; one look was enough to tell it was no ordinary weapon.
He held the saber horizontally before him, his left hand pressing against its spine and his right gripping its hilt, his eyes fixed on Lin Qing.
"Pacifying Sea King, I have come to challenge you!"
"This time, I will not be like Cao Chengjiao. I will give it my all... excuse my offense!"
Before his words had faded, he stomped hard beneath his feet. His body shot upward, and the horizontal saber in his hand cleaved down fiercely.
A ten-zhang-long blade aura burst from the edge, carrying an incomparably sharp storm of saber qi as it descended toward Lin Qing's head.
The blade aura was condensed almost into substance, dazzlingly white and