The blade, imbued with robust and vigorous strength, cleaved through the air waves and smashed heavily against the side of the mountain, creating a piercing sound that split the air.
Gongsun Jing's expression changed abruptly, and he instantly held a spear in his hand.
The three hundred Qing Taoqi uniformly stood up and drew their swords. The fierce momentum surged instantly, chilling the limbs and stiffening the bodies of the Great Village Chief and Mo Xiaoqi, who were surreptitiously watching the people practice with their blades nearby.
The cold gleam aimed at the mountain crumbled instantly.
A streak of light first shattered the longsword thrown by Wang Anfeng, then a second streak of light, firing later but striking first, shot towards the cliff where Wang Anfeng stood, followed immediately by the resounding cry of a drawn sword.
