Huang Hao's pupils constricted, and cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.
The blade aura had erupted a mere ten-odd meters away. The terrifying aura of death brushed past his body, and he could even feel his skin sting from the residual Blade Intent.
He gripped his twin axes, muscles tensed to the absolute limit. He instantly retreated from the central area, pressing himself tightly behind a massive stone pillar of the arena, his eyes filled with utter terror.
"Oh?" A flicker of interest finally broke through the indifferent gaze of Li Wen, who was spectating from the void.
The blade aura had erupted without warning, and the concentration of its power far surpassed a casual strike from someone who had just entered the Power Realm. Although it was still imperfect, its force feeling somewhat scattered, its power was already terrifying enough in a melee like this.
