Eighth Sword

Yet Qin Hao seemed unaffected. His gaze was icy, and a staggering killing intent erupted from him. With a metallic ring, he drew the Blazing Sky Sword and advanced toward Pei Shan, step by step.

"Pei Shan, I hadn't decided how to deal with you yet. Since you've spelled it out yourself, I'll follow your method and let you taste it first."

"Hmph, still talking tough when death is staring you in the face? Now kneel and repent!"

At those words, Pei Shan snorted, abruptly drew the Thunderbolt Sword, and slashed at Qin Hao's legs.

Bang!

Qin Hao swung his sword as well.

The Blazing Sky Sword and the Thunderbolt Sword collided in an instant, and the two figures sprang apart!

In the next instant, however, Pei Shan's expression changed, and he staggered several steps backward.

Qin Hao merely swayed before steadying himself.

An uproar erupted!

Below the arena, the disciples burst into a clamor.

"What? Pei Shan came off worse in the very first exchange?"

"Qin Hao is that strong?"

Although Qin Hao had used the middle-rank mystic-tier Blazing Sky Sword in that exchange, his cultivation was still in the Body Tempering Realm. Without true qi in his body, he could not unleash the sword's full power.

Pei Shan was different. Even with only the high yellow tier Thunderbolt Sword, the power of his strike should have far surpassed Qin Hao's.

Liu Changqing, Zhu Jingsheng, Deng Mingxuan, and the others stared wide-eyed in utter shock.

How long had it been? Qin Hao's strength had already increased again?

"Physical strength? Has he practiced a body-refining cultivation technique?"

In the stands, Jiang Fengquan narrowed her eyes slightly, watching Qin Hao on the arena with interest.

Dong Fei was equally astonished.

Mu Ziqing smiled. "Aunt Jiang, this year's Initiation Trial for new