"Hah!"
With a low shout, a breath of turbid air was lightly expelled, and from between Lin Chen's hands, a burst of extremely powerful force suddenly erupted.
Only this power was different from before—earlier, what Lin Chen had used were Wang Hao's sword techniques.
Their might was astonishing and the momentum overwhelming, but the consumption was equally shocking.
And now, Lin Chen clearly did not intend to use such overwhelmingly powerful sword techniques.
After all, what Pan Hao was holding in his hand right now was a sacred relic of the sect.
No matter where that thing came from or what kind of origin it had, its hardness was something Lin Chen understood all too well.
With Lin Chen's current strength, even combined with his Tianyan Ancient Sword, it was difficult to break it open.
