Xiao Hongchen showed no fear as he watched the two bearing down on him.
He had sought swordsmanship advice from Zhi An and Ji Juechen inside the Hurricane Giant Tower. What did this little bit of strength amount to?
I wonder if that lunatic Ji Juechen entered this tournament.
If he were here, he probably would have charged up and started slashing people already. When would I ever get a turn?
And just as Xiao Hongchen had guessed, Ji Juechen had indeed entered.
It was simply that his temperament would not allow him to speak in the world channel.
At that moment, his opponents were none other than the three great elemental academies: Divine Wind, Tianshui, and Blazing Fire.
With just himself and a sword, Ji Juechen had cut down their entire younger generation.
Now he was facing the heads of the three great elemental academies-the elders of those youngsters-and the battle was utterly one-sided.
Huo Kuang looked at the young man holding an Iron Sword before him, his skin crawling. Just what kind of monster was this?
"Who exactly are you?"
He, old Feng Nu, and Shui Yu'an were all Soul Douluos.
Even though they were only at the Soul Ancestor level now, an ordinary Soul Emperor could not possibly have lasted this long under their combined assault.
What was even more outrageous was that this young man had not used a single Soul Skill.
All he used was a sword: the most ordinary Iron Sword from a basic Treasure Chest, without a single bonus.
Ji Juechen held his Iron Sword. Its blade was covered in nicks, yet it remained incomparably sharp.
Simply standing there, he was an insurmountable mountain, inspiring dread at a glance.
"Ji Juechen."
He said only his name, his voice cold enough to make them