"Hmph! Not a bad stance. But you better not be all show and no substance."
Lu Han sneered at Luo Feng, letting out a shrill laugh.
SWISH!
With a single slap on the sheath behind him, a sharp, gleaming sword flew into his hand.
HUMMM!
With a slight flick of his wrist, the sword blade hummed incessantly. The cold light reflecting from it made the surrounding Purple Sun Academy students feel the air grow colder.
Sword in hand, Lu Han slowly advanced toward Luo Feng.
With each step, his aura intensified. A daunting presence emanated from him, like a towering mountain, accompanied by immense oppressive force.
"Ah!"
A cultivator with low cultivation shrieked and stumbled back in terror, nearly falling to the ground.
Nearby, the faces of Bing Ruolan and Qin Luoxue also darkened.
