"Oh? You've got some skills."
Ling Qianji's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of coldness. If it were an ordinary Half-Saint, they would have long been suppressed by his Sword Intent, unable to live or die, yet this Chen Qingzhi could still manage to hold his own. He's clearly not just some ordinary figure.
"Gentlemen, today's banquet is not a place for your fighting."
Just as he was about to take his next action, suddenly, a somewhat stern voice came from not far away.
Ling Qianji abruptly stopped exerting his Sword Intent. He turned his face and saw several figures exuding a sense of authority approaching.
These individuals were all dressed in python robes, clearly members of the Imperial Clan.
Ling Chen's gaze fell on the person at the forefront, who seemed like a Divine Sword, exuding an extremely fierce sword qi that repelled the surrounding air.
"Peerless Sword."
There's no way Ling Chen wouldn't recognize the greatest opponent he faced at the Heavenly Sword Tournament.
