The thousand-mile dike gives way, destroyed by an ant's nest.
These eight words aptly accompany the crisp snap that followed.
In the Dueling Arena.
Xu Ran tightly gripped the Silver Light Iron Sword, half-squatting on the ground. His small hand twirled the sword, the Silver Light Iron Sword spinning in the air.
Around the Silver Light Iron Sword, bursts of cold light radiated, as if Sword Qi were constantly spilling from its tip.
The starting stance, the Sword Intent in this Silver Light Iron Sword, was not much different from the aura emitted by the bald man wielding the Human Bone Rusty Sword just moments ago.
If there was a distinction, when the bald man wielded the Human Bone Rusty Sword, he appeared like a demon from the Abyss, intent on slaying all living creatures in his path.
At this moment, Xu Ran's wielded Sword Intent, though similar in strength to the bald man's Sword Intent,
had an entirely different ambiance.
