The corners of Yun Feng's mouth curled high. "Watch me hack apart that man-killing, demon-slaying saber of yours!"
As his words fell, he kicked back hard with both legs, shot forward, and drew the Mysterious Edge Sword.
The sword emerged, chilling the wind.
It was indeed a fine sword.
The instant Yun Feng drew his sword, the men of the Demon Hunting Camp standing closer immediately felt the chill and killing intent radiating from the Mysterious Edge Sword.
Pi Hou and Du Gang had squeezed to the very front. Feeling that cold-rain killing intent, both grew solemn, worried for Chen Shi'an.
On the Reviewing Platform, satisfaction appeared on Xiang Chuxiong's face, while the corners of Wang Tianye's mouth curled high.
One move from an expert was enough to reveal his caliber.
Yun Feng's sword strike brimmed with momentum, its sharpness fully exposed. Even some veteran First-Rank Martial Artists would probably have struggled to block it.
In their eyes, Yun Feng would undoubtedly win this fight.
Qianshan Xue frowned, and Ye Xicheng unconsciously furrowed his brows.
The Mysterious Edge Sword was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, it slashed down before Chen Shi'an.
At that very moment, Chen Shi'an moved, performing an action that could not have been more familiar to him: Sword-Draw!
Clang!
The sound had barely rung out before the Horizontal Saber was already out of its sheath.
The Mysterious Edge Sword had moved first, but while it was still three inches from Chen Shi'an's shoulder, a flash of cold light suddenly lit up Yun Feng's chest.
Squelch!
Chen Shi'an's Horizontal Saber cleaved heavily into Yun Feng's chest!
Blood flashed!
Yun Feng gave a muffled grunt and flew backward, sword and all.
He flew all the way to the edge of the White Circle and slammed heavily