The majority of the people present were witnessing Yao Zhaoyu's action for the first time.
Everyone had only heard of his reputation, assuming he was just a bookworm who knew how to read and write.
No one imagined that his pen could be so formidable.
With a single stroke, taking the world as paper and talismans as ink, he casually wrote an awe-inspiring rune.
Long Fei stared at a massive rune pressing down in the void, chuckling softly, "Not bad, it's perfect for me to demonstrate a sword technique!"
"Imperial Rune Technique!"
He waved his longsword, and the rune in the air seemed drawn to a magnet, rapidly being absorbed by the literary aura from his longsword.
In an instant, a similar rune manifested on Long Fei's sword.
He slashed with his longsword, and the rune soared into the air, crashing forcefully onto Yao Zhaoyu's rune with a buzzing sound.
Boom!
The sky quaked, wild winds swept over.
