Lin Ran had already mastered the control of his sword intent very well. In the huge yard, only the martial artists were affected by the pressure. The others did not feel anything unusual.
As the main target, Master Liu's body bore almost half of the pressure. He lay on the ground like a pool of mud and could not move. Just rolling his eyes was enough to exhaust all his strength.
Seeing that familiar face, Master Liu immediately felt a chill run down his spine.
"Damn the demon! Why did he say the Sword God is dead? Bullsh*t!"
Sect Master Liu cursed in his heart, but he forced a fawning smile on his face and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth. "Sword God! I'm Liu Yuntao! You even gave me pointers back then! This is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"