The sword strike came out of nowhere, Fang Lin was startled for a moment, yet being a young expert himself, he extended a finger. The Hao Qi of the Confucian school gathered at his fingertip, emitting a beam of light that collided with the powerful sword aura below.
Boom~~~
A loud noise erupted as the sword aura scattered in all directions, its brilliance fading just as the light from his fingertip dimmed.
Fang Lin stood suspended in midair, his handsome brows slightly furrowed, with an expression of solemnity and doubt.
That sword strike had put significant pressure on Fang Lin. Had it been any other martial artist with slightly lesser strength, they likely wouldn't have been able to withstand it.
From the strength of that sword strike, Fang Lin deduced that his opponent's strength must be at least at the first or second level of Spirit Source.