The Flying Sword instantly arrived in front of Lin Xuan, striking down fiercely and slashing onto his body.
The surrounding crowd gasped. It's over. He's been hit. This kid is doomed.
"Alas, who told him to speak so arrogantly and challenge the Da Yan Holy Land? He must have been turned to ash."
The Sword Cultivators in the crowd shook their heads helplessly, and Luo Rong's expression turned grim. He never imagined that a disciple from their Sacred Institute would die here. How detestable! But there was nothing he could do.
"Hahahaha! Utterly weak, nothing but an ant," the people from the Da Yan Holy Land sneered. "To think he dared to provoke us with such pathetic strength. How laughable!"
Yin Tianhe also watched with a look of utter disdain. So he was just bluffing. Fighting across eight major realms, possessing thirty percent Sword Intent… what a load of hot air. His true strength was pathetic.
