SWISH!
Luo Feng made a chopping motion with his upright palm, slicing down through mid-air.
The Saber Qi burst forth from his palm, exceptionally domineering, with faint sounds of wind and thunder accompanying it as the air in front automatically parted.
The azure giant blade only held out for an instant before it was rent apart. The residual Saber Qi soared into the sky, cleaving open a layer of clouds.
"He's too strong! Luo Feng is not at all inferior to Wu Tong when facing him!"
"It seems that the Grand Momentum is even more terrifying than we imagined. Don't forget, Luo Feng hasn't even drawn his saber yet. If he does, who knows how powerful his Saber Technique will be!"
"It's unbelievable! How long has Luo Feng been in the limelight? He already has the strength to challenge the top six of the Ten Young Masters!"
"Looks like Wu Tong is in danger. He boasted so much just now; if he can't defeat Luo Feng, it's like slapping his own face."
