Sword Intent struck in an instant, bursting forth with a ferocity as if it intended to wreak thousandfold slashings upon a person.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort emitted from Jiang Dali's mouth, dropping like a muffled thunder.
On the violently trembling golden knife behind him, the sound of jingling metallic rings vibrated intensely.
The fierce and mighty Sword Intent of a tiger-like slayer burst forth.
This Evil Qi was so intense that it seemed to condense the air into moisture, squeezing every bit of oxygen out of one's lungs and easily breaking through the incoming Sword Intent.
The ground cracked, and the hard blue bricks suddenly exploded into many pieces beneath Jiang Dali's feet, leaving several white marks in their place.
For a moment, the sword glows and shadowy figures, along with the violent storm-like assaults, ceased.
The only figure remaining in the arena was Jiang Dali's, standing proudly in place with the cold and unyielding presence of a descending Vajra.