Fighting under Pressure

In the air, Ling Xian's black hair was tussling in the wind like an undefeatable God of Warrior.

His left hand held tightly onto the Sword and his right hand gripped onto the Halberd. On top of his head floated the heavenly mirror that made him look like a celestial being. Especially after he defended against the four Deputies' attack, he appeared even more pressuring!

This person… is strong!

The four Deputies felt a shudder down their spine as their expression solidified into seriousness. The Qi they were emitting was getting more horrifying as well.

After that one rebuttal, they had now grasped onto Ling Xian's terror and realized that his power was beyond their imagination. Thus, they had stopped feeling reckless and decided to give their all in this fight.

Seeing this, Ling Xian raised an eyebrow and pointed at the four Deputies, "Be prepared to fight with your lives. Your current capabilities cannot win against me."