Long Fei stood under the Sword Qi, poised and unperturbed.
The Sword Qi descended, slicing down with a thunderous roar.
Yet he remained unmoved, enveloped by the Sword Qi. The ground beneath him trembled, sending sand and stones flying upwards. A cloud of dust spread over a hundred-meter radius, obscuring all view.
"Why isn't this guy making a move?"
The Seventh Princess felt a pang in her heart, and Li Jinxuan beside her widened her eyes.
Before anyone could react, not even Ye Jinghong realizing what happened, Long Fei's sword was already at his throat, suddenly appearing from behind him.
Ye Jinghong's hairs stood on end, and he reflexively swung his sword backward.
With a bang, it clashed with Long Fei's longsword, sending him flying backwards.
"Xiao Family's Lin Word Art?"
Someone shouted loudly.
Earlier, they clearly saw Long Fei being swept away by the Sword Qi, yet he suddenly appeared behind Ye Jinghong.
