Three-Fold Waves

Wang Xue coldly glanced at Dan Chen and said, "Baili Xuan, help me stop him."

"Hahaha, Wang Xue, you go ahead. I've said it before; this kid is mine!" Baili Xuan wore a playful expression as he looked at Dan Chen. "Dan Chen, do you still want to challenge beyond your rank? I'm not like Wang Aoyun."

"You're definitely not." Dan Chen took a deep breath and said slowly, "Wang Aoyun managed to endure several moves against me. As for you, you probably won't even last one move."

Dan Chen drew his Frost Sword, and a chilling aura emanated from it, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Humph, how can someone like Wang Aoyun compare to me? Today, I'll show you what a true Martial Rank Eight is!" Baili Xuan's eyes glinted with murderous intent.

With that, Baili Xuan's body overflowed with Qi his clothes billowing, and he formed hand seals, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Dan Chen.

"Heavy Sword Style: Three-Fold Waves!"