Whoosh!
A cold Sword Qi flashed across the arena, instantly appearing before Yuan Jun.
Yuan Jun's eyes glimmered coldly. He released the grip on his sword hilt immediately, abandoning his intent to draw the sword. His left index finger surged with a fiery energy over a foot long, striking the air.
"Golden Flame Finger!"
Whoosh!
The blaze from Yuan Jun's finger transformed into a golden spiral, flying out with formidable sharpness, instantaneously colliding with the Sword Qi.
Bam!
The finger energy and Sword Qi clashed, sparks flew, and Yuan Jun's figure was sent flying backward.
So fast!
The young talents in the plaza were all taken aback.
Though Yuan Jun's cultivation in the Dali Dynasty was not the pinnacle, his swordsmanship was exceptionally advanced. Among the younger generation, only two or three swordsmen could rival him. Yet in this encounter, he was forced to abandon even drawing his sword.
