"Senior Qingyi, please enlighten me!"
Ling Chen took a deep breath. Though he knew he was no match for the Cyan-robed Guest, he had to accept the challenge for the Flame Emperor Order.
Having said that, Ling Chen flipped his palm, taking out a wine jug. In front of the Cyan-robed Guest, he guzzled down his home-brew in large gulps.
Meanwhile, he abruptly pushed his True Qi, driving his Sword Intent to the extreme. An astonishing Sword Momentum erupted from Ling Chen, piercing skyward and creating a massive hole through the midair.
The air around Ling Chen was vaguely affected by the Sword Intent, converging into sword shapes that enveloped the surrounding Void.
"Impressive Sword Intent, but unfortunately, it's useless against me."
As soon as the last word was spoken, the Cyan-robed Guest's eyes suddenly turned sharp, making the air between heaven and earth abruptly become piercing. The next moment, he extended his finger, forming a sword finger, pointing into the air.
Clang!
