Even though they knew it was just a contest, under the invisible might of the Divine Sword, everyone felt like they were facing a formidable enemy, as if confronting Han Yan was equivalent to confronting themselves.
"So, your sword is actually a Divine Artifact!" Nan Aotian was slightly surprised and drew his longsword at an extremely slow pace. Just a flash of half an inch of sword light was enough to elicit the sound of a dragon's roar, radiating waves of domineering grandeur.
The sword in his hand, even if not a Divine Artifact, was definitely not far off. Previously, he had not only concealed his strength but also his sword, so only now did everyone see that the sword he used today was completely different from the one he used last night.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Everyone's hearts involuntarily quickened, as though about to leap out of their chests.
