Your Sword Intent is Garbage

With Di Tianluo vouching for his nephew, Di Qiaowei's ability, the crowd turned silent. Though they might have been still communicating with each other in mental transmission. 

"Jing is so powerful. Not even a cultivator that comprehended sword intent could deal any damage to him." Yang Liqin praised from the sideline. She was filled with joy and confidence that Jiang Ming would win the duel without a doubt. 

At the same time, she was excited to see Jiang Ming really rising up to prominence compared to his past. 

Meanwhile, Huo Minyong was in disbelief when he witnessed Jiang Ming easily nullifying the sword field of Di Qiaowei.

"F-Fellow cultivator Yiqin, just what cultivation level is your fellow cultivator Jing?" He asked stutteringly. It was just now that he realized that he was unable to perceive Jiang Ming's cultivation base and aura.