"Who is it?"
This sudden sword strike stunned everyone. The crowd had already witnessed Su Han's power. The Eighth Prince and Thirteenth Princess couldn't stop him and were slain by his sword. Even the highly regarded Second Prince fell beneath his blade. Such a powerful Su Han was certainly capable of competing for first place, yet this abrupt attack had nearly killed him, which was simply inconceivable.
All eyes fixed on the scene, only to see a black longsword emerge from the opened spatial rift. The sword was ancient in design, yet as thin as a cicada's wing. It was jet-black like ink, its blade possessing a depth that seemed capable of swallowing one's heart and spirit whole. This was not a Holy Sword, but a demonic one—a sword that could drive a person to despair.
This sword was held in a hand as fair as jade, and its owner was no stranger to anyone.
"Demon Swordsman!"
