Choosing the Battlefield Ruins

The giant sword stretched across the sky; wherever it passed, space collapsed.

Li Chunfeng and the others' expressions finally changed drastically at that moment.

The power of this sword had already far exceeded the limit of what they could withstand.

Their flying swords found it difficult to break free within the Dao Art spacetime formed by that giant sword. As though drawn in and devoured, they instead took the initiative to fly toward it.

They could even hear the mournful cries of their flying swords, resounding through the heavens amid the giant sword's churning.

Buzz, buzz...

The giant sword swept across, and the ten-man sword formation was like fallen leaves swept by an autumn wind, collapsing into pieces.

The linked currents of energy between them were completely severed at that instant, and each of them suffered injuries of varying severity.

"Defeated!?"

With their ten-man sword formation broken, they looked again at Lu Chong, who still appeared perfectly composed, and knew that they had lost.

They had lost utterly, without even knowing why they had lost in the end.

Li Chunfeng's heart remained unsettled for a long time. As the core of the ten-man battle formation and the one with the highest cultivation, he felt it most deeply.

That man opposite him was clearly at the same sixth level of Dao Entry as himself, yet his strength far surpassed his own.

Not only did he possess the Azure Edge Dao Art at the peak of the ninth realm, he also had extraordinary endurance in battle. In the end, by some unknown means, he had forcibly broken their battle formation.

The gap between them was simply the difference between clouds and mud.

No wonder the elders had taken him as a disciple and directly assigned him as an inspector.

"You let me