The various phenomena formed by the condensing Sword Qi were all smashed and shattered, dust filled the sky, fragments of wood flew everywhere, blocking the view.
However, each of these phenomena was full of spirituality, knowing how to adapt and change moves, and a few white dragons managed to evade the surging Sword Qi and rush towards Shi Caiming.
A blistering force surged from within him, engulfing these few white dragons, burning them to ashes.
This first round of skirmish was just probing, but in the contest of swordsmanship, Shi Caiming was at a disadvantage.
Not far away, Bai Chen's gaze, as lifeless as withered wood, slightly brightened:
"You indeed have the qualifications for me to challenge your sword."
The reason he asked Xu Jing not to intervene in this battle was not out of arrogance, but because Shi Caiming was also a swordsman, a formidable one at that!
A rare opportunity to challenge swords, Bai Chen was unwilling to miss it.
