SWOOSH! The longsword in Ge Jian's hand whistled through the air as it chopped toward Shen Haoran's head!
But Shen Haoran acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, remaining perfectly calm and composed where he stood. He didn't even blink.
CLANG! Finally, Shen Haoran moved. He extended his index finger, which was instantly enveloped in black flames, and used it to block the sword's edge head-on. The sound of metal striking metal rang out!
"What!" Ge Jian was horrified to see Shen Haoran block his strike with a single finger. 'Even if this isn't a High Level Spiritual Artifact, it's still a Spiritual Artifact!' he thought. 'Its sharpness is far beyond that of a normal weapon, yet Shen Haoran blocked it with his bare flesh!'
