Boom.
The air vibrated violently, and countless air currents tore through the atmosphere like a barrage of arrows, creating an awe-inspiring momentum!
Even those far off in the square felt as if their faces were being painfully slashed by knives.
They wore expressions of fear, afraid that the sharp currents might slice their throats.
They all retreated from the vicinity of the broken wall where Lin Fei and the Martial Saint of Zhumulan were fiercely battling, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.
On the broken wall, the air currents were like the eye of a storm, and two figures darted through the tempest like lightning in a fierce battle.
Their movements were so swift, their martial skills so fast, that the various sects in the square couldn't see clearly.
To them, Lin Fei and the Martial Saint seemed like celestial beings with heavenly skills, engaged in a battle of staggering power.
All of them watched with trembling hearts.
