"Sword Technique: Snow Slash!"
With a flash, Xue Wu Ya closed the distance to Ling Chen to just ten meters. His sword was unsheathed. A shocking cold light, wrapped in overwhelming Sword Intent, burst forth. The air was still as water, tranquil as an ancient well. In the entire world, there seemed to be only one man and one sword, nothing else.
From the spectator stands, Huo Yu, the young master, narrowed his eyes. Ling Chen is indeed formidable. Against him, Xue Wu Ya's Swordsmanship Realm has advanced even further. His Vital Energy and spirit are condensing without scattering, showing signs of a breakthrough.
Ling Chen's expression remained unchanged. His right hand, seemingly slow yet deceptively fast, gripped the hilt of the Cloud-hidden Sword and drew it lightly. The sword light, like a venomous snake striking from its den, accurately targeted the tip of Xue Wu Ya's sword. The tranquil Sword Intent of an ancient well seemed to have no effect on him; he remained unconstrained.
