The sheer dominance in his voice and the piercing sword intent were like that of a heavenly soldier descending with world-ending might.
As his words fell, he raised his longsword high. With no wasted motion, he slashed straight down at Chen Yang.
A single strike birthed a myriad of lights. A five-meter radius around him churned as a violent squall of bladed wind arose, shredding the very air to pieces. The powerful aura rippled outward in all directions, causing the flags at the building's entrance, even a hundred meters away, to whip and snap loudly.
The onlookers scrambled back, one after another. Horror filled their faces, as if they were staring at a ghost.
Is this… is this the power of a Sword Cultivator?
To be precise, this was the might of a Tier-Eleven and a half Sword Cultivator. Be it a Sword Cultivator or a Fist Master, crossing the threshold of the tenth tier marked a qualitative leap in strength.
