921, I would like to borrow your heads for a moment.

Skywind Ridge.

Before the grand array, Su Juesheng, his face filled with respect and joy, recounted his experience with the All-Encompassing Sword Sect.

"Peak Master Han, that Xia Mingtang is not as strong as he seems, not worth considering."

Looking towards the fog in front of him, he declared loudly, "If I were to take action, I could kill him with a mere flick of my wrist."

As his voice fell, the fog in front of him shook and suddenly converged into a three-foot-long sword.

The sword light flashed, slashing downwards towards his head.

Su Juesheng paused, then raised his hand to counter with his sword.

He had recognized that this sword was exactly the same as the one Xia Mingtang had used in the great hall of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect.

A thirty-foot sword light flew, bringing with it a roaring bellow.

With one sword strike, the surrounding Rolling Clouds surged.