But despite this, it was enough to shock the secular world.
For the Crown Prince Ying Xiu, son of the Sword Master, even after more than two hundred years of cultivation, he was unable to produce a single green Sword Intent. Yet this nineteen-year-old youth had already shown a terrifyingly high level of Talent.
In the hall, countless everlasting lamps flickered uncontrollably, and in the silence, a sharp, piercing sound arose from somewhere.
It was as if cold iron was being rolled and sharpened.
It resembled the sound of thunder striking stone.
Ultimately, amidst the dense spears and flashes of thunder, a figure burst forth with a punch, breaking through the light.
Wu Bu staggered back three steps in disbelief.
