"Hmph." A sharp glint flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes. He couldn't be bothered to say anything more.
BOOM!
He thrust out the black heavy sword in his hand. The air around the blade instantly erupted with a violent roar, blasted away like scattered flower petals.
This made Chu Jian's expression change. However, what welled up more within him was the fury of a master whose authority had been challenged.
"How audacious! If you insist, then get the hell off the stage!"
Chu Jian roared furiously and swung his own black heavy sword. His swing was like wielding a great mountain—it seemed slow, but in an instant, it was there to block Ye Xuan's thrusting sword.
There was a deafening CRASH.
To the astonishment of the crowd, Ye Xuan didn't move an inch, while Chu Jian was sent flying back nearly ten meters. He then glared ferociously at Ye Xuan.
'This Chu Jian's strength isn't bad. At the Tier Six First Layer Peak, he could probably fight some Tier Six Third Layer Martial Venerables.'
