45 Head-Exploding Finger Flick

The rain seemed to have stopped in fear.

Murderous intent filled the air.

The young teen's murderous intent made the heavens shake.

A flash of light cut through the night—the light came from the unsheathing of the Blooming Lotus Sword. Like a beacon of hope, the sword's light brightened the night.

Out of the sword box!

Lin Yun was standing before the pavilion. His pupils constricted as excitement ran through his veins. Goosebumps appeared on his skin and his blood pumped audibly in his ears.

Hum.

The sword rang out shrilly.

Following the draw, the rain was sliced in half. The sound of raindrops being sliced in half could be heard. 

Quick!

Merciless!

In a single draw, Fang Lang's murderous aura was evident.

The sudden action turned the charming and leisurely entertainment house into a killing ground.

The sword had a spirit—the Blooming Lotus was once wielded by Xuanyuan Taihua.