"Is this your confidence?" Zhao Douan's grip on the Chasing Saber tightened, the veins subtly rising on the back of his hands. "But, I'm curious, can you withstand my magic, and can you withstand my saber?"
As he spoke, an overwhelming qi mechanism emanated from him, invisible and ethereal, yet seemingly sealing off the entire water area.
This was the power only found in the world's high grade.
Ripples spread beneath the water surface, the icy lake water boiling, the bamboo raft under Zhao Douan's feet creaking as if unable to bear his weight.
Back then, when the Divine Dragon Temple was destroyed, Zhao Douan tested his saber with the head of the Law Enforcement Hall in the temple.
To this day, he had now advanced to the high grade. With the advantage of the "Martial God" path, how powerful would be a saber strike that drained the Qi Sea?
