Yun Hao formed a sword finger with one hand, meeting the fierce attack of the Sword Enthusiast with a gentle point.
As Yun Hao's finger pointed out, the golden Primordial Spirit floating above his head did the same, and in an instant, a dangerous aura charged towards the Sword Enthusiast.
Crack!
A crisp sound, like glass shattering on the ground, clearly reached everyone's ears.
Poof!
The Sword Enthusiast spat out a mouthful of blood, tracing a perfect parabola in the air and crashing down heavily. As he fell, someone tried to catch him, inadvertently crushing two others.
The crowd was stunned.
Is there such a significant gap between the golden Primordial Spirits?
Especially witnessing the stark contrast between the Sword Enthusiast and Yun Hao, everyone was even more bewildered.
"Cough, cough!"
