Cao Xuesheng flew into the Ask Sword Platform, the Cold Cicada Sword behind him buzzed with a hum, already unsheathed in his hand, the cold aura instantly spread throughout the entire platform.
To everyone, Cao Xuesheng was certainly no stranger. For this young swordsman who had secured the first position on the Talent Sword Head List and still aimed to hold a place on the Sword Head List, many had some complaints in their hearts.
But no one would doubt Cao Xuesheng's strength; with the Ancient Sword Cold Cicada in hand, no swordsman dared underestimate him.
Fachenzi stared coldly at Cao Xuesheng, his expression somewhat indifferent: "You're not my opponent."
Cao Xuesheng chuckled: "We haven't crossed swords yet, how do you know I'm not your opponent?"
Fachenzi snorted coldly, the jade sword in his hand lightly maneuvered, heading straight for Cao Xuesheng with slow speed but constantly gathering Sword Intent.
