"Ah!"
Zuo Yi heard a woman's cry of alarm.
The voice belonged to one of his two beautiful consorts.
Grabbing his prized sword, Zuo Yi's figure flashed forward.
And then, he witnessed a shocking scene.
A ten- to twenty-foot-long gouge stretched from across the way, ending right at his feet.
Sword Qi!
And the one who had unleashed this Sword Qi was someone he would never have expected—Lin Hao!
But upon closer inspection, the gouge didn't seem to be the work of Sword Qi.
It was too wide.
True Sword Qi was as fine as a silk thread.
'Could he be secretly studying and imitating Sword Qi?!'
The moment this thought occurred to him, a look of horror appeared in Zuo Yi's eyes.
In the next instant, he suddenly saw Lin Hao trace a line with his finger. A flash of brilliant light, and another gouge, not much thicker than a silk thread, appeared on the ground.
The fissure spread with incredible speed, about to strike one of his consorts.
CLANG!
Zuo Yi had drawn his sword.
BOOM!
