At the Baijian Heights, atop the Martial Arts Platform, Linghu Chong led the charge.
Bearing the fierce onslaught of the wind, he resembled an unsheathed sword, its blade gleaming with unparalleled power.
"Sharpness is honed through grinding!"
The sharpness of Linghu Chong's swordplay enveloped him, a profound aura shrouding his figure like a veil, lending a hazy quality to his presence.
What kind of sword intent was this? Everyone speculated on the direction of Linghu Chong's sword intent.
Finally unable to withstand Linghu Chong's pressure, Dugu Ming made his move.
"The Tyrant Sword!"
Dugu Ming's expression was solemn, his eyes exuding boundless dominance and majesty, the aura of a superior being surging along his swordplay.
Endless oppression, akin to the wrath of the heavens, relentlessly descended upon Linghu Chong as he fiercely slashed towards him.