Xiao Hua cautiously exerted his strength and pulled. Sure enough, the sword blank was wedged fast in the crevice of the high platform, utterly unmoving!
"This..." Xiao Hua was startled, inwardly thinking that things were bad.
Then Xiao Hua gritted his teeth, channeled all the strength in his body into his arms, and let out an enraged roar that burst forth like spring thunder from his tongue: "Rise..."
No one knew how many pounds of force he poured into that sword hilt, but everyone watching from afar held their breaths!
Yet although the Prajna Heavy Sword swayed slightly, it could not be pulled out even the slightest bit!
A trace of relief appeared in Renzhu's eyes. Heaven knew how many immensely strong Taiqing Sect disciples had failed to pull out this sword blank. How could Xiao Hua possibly succeed?
"Rise~" Xiao Hua shouted again. This time, he had already activated the Dragon Transformation Art. The meridians throughout his body wriggled faintly like enormous dragons, and even the 132 million black spots on his flesh emitted a dim fiery glow!
At this moment, no flames surrounded Xiao Hua's body, yet everyone's eyes seemed scorched by fire. At this moment, Xiao Hua remained thin and lean, yet in everyone's eyes, he seemed to have become an incomparably enormous figure standing tall enough to prop up heaven and earth... "Rise, rise..." Somewhere in the plaza, some disciple who did not know the gravity of the situation cried out!
Immediately afterward, all the disciples—well, aside from the Taiqing Sect disciples—began shouting along with that rhythm... "Rise, rise, rise, rise~~~"
Encouraged by the crowd, veins bulged across Xiao Hua's arms, his face twisted fiercely, and his eyes turned bloodshot! Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down from his temples!
The Prajna Heavy Sword...