"This Sword Intent is indeed strong."
Ling Chen's expression remained unchanged; he appeared calm and collected before the raging Sword Intent storm. "Unfortunately, to me, it's nothing!"
This little beast... Gentleman of the Wind's eyes narrowed. Is this kid still spouting nonsense? Has he gone mad?
WHOOSH!
Ling Chen held the sword scabbard with his left hand and, with lightning speed, drew the Thunder Shadow Sword with his right. The majestic Invincible Sword Intent condensed into a single line, leaving a charred, electric trace in the Void as he abruptly swung the sword.
RRRIP!
In an instant, Ling Chen tore the surging Sword Intent apart as if it were a bolt of cloth. The sundered storm brushed past both sides of his body, shattering the surrounding wine tables into powder.
"What?"
