Those resounding noises were not the sound of scuffling, but the sounds of impact, carrying with it some kind of keen essence, they were probably the sound of a blade’s edge slicing through the air.
The Southern envoy group had been in the Capital for some time and the four disciples from Li Shan Sword Sect had garnered a huge amount of attention, currently, a lot of people knew that Qi Jian’s sword was a much rumoured relic sword from Li Mountain’s Hall of Discipline.
The sword Guan Fei Bai used was just a normal sword, worth only 5 taels, at this moment, hearing the piercing sounds of the sword, everyone felt stunned.
To be able to utilise a regular longsword that was only worth 5 taels and have it give off such a clean sword wail, how powerful and intense was Guan Fei Bai’s True Essence? What made everyone all the more shocked, was that wolf-tribe youth, Zhe Xiu; he, who didn’t use any sort of weapon, what method was he using to go against that terrifying sword?
The sword’s wail became increasingly distinct and the Education Palace’s world began to have a response between its Heaven and Earth; in the blue skies above, the clouds began to slowly move, constantly shifting in form.
Sometimes akin to rugged cliffs, other times akin to turbid waves crashing upon the shore, in between this, sword manifestations crisscrossed, austere to the extreme; yet, the forms of those clouds couldn’t subsist for long, as if winds were billowing across the plains, akin to a pack of wolves howling.
Outside of the tower, it was blanketed by silence, a lot of examinees were shocked to the point of having ashen complexions by the scene they saw and the sounds they heard.
They couldn’t imagine, if it were to be themselves inside the tower at this moment, whether facing that sword momentum which crisscrossed into the clouds above or that horrifyingly forlorn and shrill howling wind, what else could they do apart from immediately conceding defeat?
Chen Chang Sheng’s expression also became increasingly sombre.
At the Ivy League gathering, Guan Fei Bai had exchanged sword manoeuvres against Luo Luo, though they hadn’t utilised True Essence at the time, he could clearly tell that this person’s talent is exceptional and that they were extremely earnest in their cultivation, Guan Fei Bai’s ability on the path of the sword was also outstanding.
Rumour had it that his ability on the path of the sword was the closest to Qiu Shan Jun’s amongst the Divine State’s Seven Laws; yet, evidently, he still couldn’t suppress his current opponent.
That wolf-tribe youth named Zhe Xiu, his strength actually reached this degree?
After a long period of time, the sword wails slowly disappeared, neither was there howling wind, what followed was the sound of a creak.
The tower’s door opened.