Seven Swords Chaotic Court

The hall was silent as everyone held their breath and watched the scene with rapt attention.

The sword-wielders frowned when they saw the confrontation that was completed in almost an instant.

This was because the Sword Intent that emanated from their confrontation was not something that ordinary sword cultivators could compare to.

Especially the Sword Intent that swept up in that instant, even those who were close to it felt a kind of dense killing intent as if their divine soul was being cut.

Jian Wushuang stood there with his sword in hand, seemingly not intending to continue the fight.

The young guard also had no intention of fighting. After drawing his sword, he prepared to retreat.

"Stop! Did I say you could go back?"

A cold voice sounded. Prince Mo, who was sitting at the head of the table, leaned forward. His drunken eyes were full of coldness, as if he was going to kill someone in the next moment.