Xu Qing and Jiang Qingyang weren't using their full strength. This was merely a spar, not a life-or-death battle. With each exchange, Jiang Qingyang grew increasingly shocked by the immense power displayed by the old man before him—the one who called himself the Life-taking Elder.
"Sword of Death!"
CLANG!
The sound of a sword rang out.
Xu Qing did not draw the Level 10 Iron Sword or the Level 10 Wandering Dragon Sword from his waist. He simply formed a Sword Pointing with his right hand, using his fingers as a sword to strike at Jiang Qingyang.
"!!!"
Jiang Qingyang's pupils contracted, and he could no longer hide the shock on his face. From the sword of this self-proclaimed Life-taking Elder, he had faintly detected an almost imperceptible trace of Sword Intent.
But Sword Intent was Sword Intent.
This was a power one could only grasp in the Second Realm of Martial Arts, and even an almost imperceptible trace of it was enough to astound countless people.
"Gale Palm!"
BOOM!
