As Cao Qiudao appeared, the crowd in the venue immediately cheered, but Cao Qiudao seemed completely indifferent. He just fixed his gaze on Fang Zheng and then slowly stepped down the stairs, walking step by step across the square towards Fang Zheng.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Cao Qiudao's movements were very slow, almost like slow motion in a film. His right hand gripped the sword hilt tightly and slowly drew the sword from its sheath. The distant onlookers couldn't see clearly, but Zongsun Xuanhua and others saw very clearly that Cao Qiudao's expression was exceptionally serious, as if he were facing a life-and-death battle.
"Swish———!"
Finally, Cao Qiudao abruptly swung his right hand, drew the longsword, and pointed it at Fang Zheng. Seeing this scene, the crowd cheered loudly again, then immediately felt something was amiss — why did we feel like Cao Qiudao had overcome some hurdle when he merely drew his sword?
Could this young man really be that formidable?
