Five Swords Sect.
The Five Swords Sect was unusually bustling in the dead of night.
The moment Jiang Ning flashed into existence before Xie Xiaoj iu.
Countless gazes converged upon him.
The elder who had drawn his sword saw it as well.
So fast!!
Startled, his gaze sharpened. Force burst from his hand, making his sword momentum three parts heavier. He had no intention of holding back.
Seeing this.
Jiang Ning watched the sword light continually close in, the sword tip growing ever larger in his pupils. A flash of killing intent passed through his eyes.
The next moment.
He extended two fingers, his index and middle fingers pressed together.
Buzz—
The blade was caught between his two fingers.
The sword momentum abruptly froze. The surging force had nowhere to vent, churning within the blade and making the sword emit a continuous tremor.
At the same time.
The elder gripping the hilt suddenly halted as well. Looking at Jiang Ning, his eyes involuntarily widened.
"Fall back!!" He Chang Kong's voice suddenly rang out from behind him.
Just then.
Force erupted from Jiang Ning's hand and poured into the blade.
Bang—
The sword, some three and a half feet long, suddenly shattered into fragments of iron that scattered in every direction.
Jiang Ning held a piece of broken iron in his hand—the fragment from the sword's tip.
At this drastic change, the elder's heart turned cold with fear, and he hastily withdrew.
All these sudden changes had been completed in but an instant.
Jiang Ning pinched the broken sword tip between his fingers. Reflected in his eyes were the elder retreating before him and He Chang Kong charging forward.
Then.
Whoosh—
The sword tip sliced through the air.
The pitch-black night sky seemed like a sheet of paper being cut apart.