The pavilion was nearly shattered into pieces by a single powerful slash from Qing Tiancheng's sword.
The dust rolled thickly, obscuring everyone's view. Qing Dong was incredibly anxious. He wondered if Lin Fei could withstand his father's sword?
Gao Qiu, on the other hand, was excited. Even he wasn't sure if he could handle Qing Tiancheng's powerful sword swing.
Lin Fei was merely a legendary expert from Qingxu Sect, and in Gao Qiu's eyes, he was certainly doomed!
Gao Qiu anticipated the scene after the dust settled, where Lin Fei lay in pieces, filled with expectation: Trying to compete with me for Qingcheng will only result in death.
The swirling dust gradually dispersed, revealing two figures locked in stalemate.
Qing Tiancheng gripped the Red Sun Sword with both hands, his entire body bursting with storm-like power, glaring furiously, as he pressed his sword with full force towards Lin Fei's side.
