"You've got some skill, but how many of my swords can you dodge?!"
Jiang Jun sneered. Pressing his advantage without mercy, he gripped his longsword and unleashed peerless swordsmanship. One sword shadow after another emerged, forming a great net of death that shrouded Xia Ping and the others.
The Sword Qi condensed into tangible form was terrifying beyond measure, as though it could effortlessly pierce through their Body-Protecting Qi.
Streams of Sword Qi shot forth, seemingly forming a sword array. Within dozens of kilometers, everything became a domain of swords. No matter where they hid, Sword Qi would shoot down from the void.
"So powerful."
Xu Liangyin and the others trembled. Though this was not the first time they had seen City Lord Jiang Jun fight with his full strength, every sight of it still made their hearts pound with terror. The gap between themselves and him seemed impossibly vast.
Every streak of Sword Qi seemed to possess the power to kill them instantly. It was overwhelmingly fierce.
"No need to say more. This brat is dead for sure. There's no way he'll survive."
Yan Yong finally let out a breath of relief. As long as Jiang Jun possessed absolute strength, the brat was doomed beyond doubt.
To be honest, this brat had already cast a psychological shadow over him. He felt that Xia Ping was a monster. If he was not eliminated now, Yan Yong would be unable to sleep or eat in peace.
"Oh no, Big Brother won't be in danger, will he?"
Feng Hetang noticed the old man as well and sensed his extraordinary aura. He immediately grew tense, deeply worried that Xia Ping might not be a match for him.
"Don't worry. He definitely has something up his sleeve. If he couldn't win, he would have