"Enough talk. Take my sword!"
Yang Xuanzhou's words had given Fang Hanchuan one last chance, but this Meishan prodigy clearly did not appreciate the gesture.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised a hand and drew his sword, gathering dozens of streams of sword qi and sending them slashing toward Yang Xuanzhou.
Empowered by that inexplicable sword intent, the sword qi swiftly changed from scattered, snake-like stragglers into a surging storm manifestation. The killing force contained within also climbed to its peak at that moment.
"Sword Stirring Storms—one of the three spirit-commanding arts with the longest lineage in Meishan."
He Xuanning revealed the origins of the sword move, then asked An Yu beside her, "If it were you, could you take that strike?"
"Mm... Avoiding it would not be a problem, but taking it head-on... this little monk cannot quite weigh up the odds."
An Yu was an honest man. By saying that, he had effectively admitted that he was inferior to Fang Hanchuan in strength.
Still, there was nothing shameful about it. Among the Qi Gathering Cultivators present, aside from Yang Xuanzhou, only Han Fenghua and Dongfang Shuci had the ability to receive Fang Hanchuan's sword strike.
Whoosh—!
As the two spoke, that immensely imposing sword move turned into a dazzling streak of cold light and flashed down.
"So fast!"
Dongfang Shuci's eyes locked tightly onto that sword light. At the instant it descended, even her divine sense could no longer catch the slightest trace of its trajectory.
If she had been the one receiving this sword today, she would have had no choice but to bring out her trump card to deal with it.
On the other side, Han Fenghua was watching the sword intently as well, but more of his attention remained on Yang Xuanzhou.
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