"Can that kid withstand it? He's not going to be killed with a single strike, is he?" The distant Martial Artists exclaimed when they saw this, and they couldn't help but worry for Lin Xuan.
But Lin Xuan stood there, unmoving as a mountain. As he watched the peerless sword strike approach, a glint of sharpness appeared in his eyes. Since she dares to make a move, she must pay the price.
Thinking this, he raised his hand. The Spirit Dragon Nine Heavens Sword he held began to radiate a brilliant light as he thrust it forward.
"This kid actually intends to take it head-on?" the people around exclaimed in shock. "Can he block it?"
"He can't," Zhang Hu sneered.
Chen Qing laughed heartily. "What a foolish kid."
Assuming their weapons were of the same rank, how could Lin Xuan possibly be Shen Tang's opponent? After all, she was a mid-three-star Grandmaster, and her cultivation was far superior to his. Without a weapon advantage, Lin Xuan stood no chance.
