"Is that so?"
Chu Ming asked indifferently, slowly drawing the Blue Red Sword from his waist. With the sword in hand, Chu Ming's aura underwent a monumental change in an instant.
If the Chu Ming of earlier was a treasure sword within its sheath, with its sharpness somewhat concealed, the current Chu Ming was like a drawn sharp blade, where all under its point faced utter destruction.
An endless momentum of the sword emanated from Chu Ming, as if transforming into countless sharp swords. The surrounding crowd felt a painful sting just by glancing at him, as if witnessing something terrifying.
Whoosh!
The imposing pressures of both men collided in an instant—one filled with Sword Dao's sharpness, the other with Spear Technique's heaviness. A miniature light wave silently spread from the center of their clash.
"Kill!"
