"If what you demonstrated in defeating Wei Zheng is your full strength, then you are no match for me."
Chu Ming's expression was calm. Even in the face of the mighty Hu Xueqi with his Thousand Snow Sword, he remained cool and unflustered.
His goal was to secure one of the three spots to enter Sword Peak, so he was already prepared to face all contenders.
"There's no point in talking, make your move!"
Hu Xueqi frowned. He hadn't noticed anything unusual off the stage, but standing on the arena opposing Chu Ming, he felt the overwhelming aura radiating from Chu Ming, which seemed to be eroding his will. If he didn't strike now, he feared he would lose the courage to attack.
Swish!
The Conjugate Sword in Chu Ming's hand, dripping with blood, swiftly slashed out. The attack was a mix of deception and reality, transforming into thousands of Sword Auras, resembling a sky full of stars, quickly enveloping Hu Xueqi.
Clang, clang, clang, clang…
