"Let's fight, Lingxiao Pavilion. You'll find out soon enough!"
Feng Jue's voice echoed through the air. With a single step, the sharp edge of a blade bloomed forth.
At the same time, a frenzied Saber Intent, like a relentlessly surging tide, swept across the Battle Platform, causing it to hum and tremble. The intent of the blade's edge spread through the hearts of the crowd—so sharp!
'An aura... no, it's Saber Momentum!'
Feng Jue's aura was his Saber Momentum, as if it were innate, which amazed everyone present.
But how could they know? The Saber Demon Body was a special physique, born to wield the saber. His Saber Momentum was his aura, possessing an intangible Killing Power.
The Cyan Race expert's eyes narrowed, and he gave a mocking smile. "So you do have some strength. No wonder you're so arrogant. But this little bit of strength... it's not enough."
