Thud, thud, thud...
On the arena.
Yan Qingshuang staggered back over ten steps before she could stabilize herself.
"Qingshuang, I didn't expect you to have such a killing move—becoming the sword itself and unleashing a sudden burst against the flow..."
Hua Jingyang gazed at Yan Qingshuang, his expression as gentle as jade. As he spoke, he casually clasped his right hand behind his back.
A clear sword mark could be seen on the sleeve of his right arm.
That earlier sword strike had wielded destructive power and speed beyond imagination.
If not for his quick reaction and formidable trump card, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
"This is truly a killing sword. Among the younger generation of the Outer Sect disciples across the Three Sects, apart from me, no one can withstand the might of your sword. The title of 'Number One Genius Swordsman' suits you perfectly."
