The situation was almost entirely one-sided.
Under the powerful Sword Qi of Xiao Wuchen, the number one of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the disciples of Taixu Gate practically had no way to counter.
Even Linghu Xiao was no match at all.
With just a few sword strokes, Xiao Wuchen completely suppressed Linghu Xiao.
Every strike was ancient and grand, naturally formed, encompassing a charm that subtly resonated with the Heavenly Dao and blended into the void.
Every strike carried an imposing Sword Qi formed from concentrated Spiritual Power.
Every strike required Linghu Xiao to exert full effort.
With each slash from Xiao Wuchen, Linghu Xiao retreated a step.
In his white Taoist robe with Sword Pattern, Xiao Wuchen's expression was handsome yet indifferent, his posture upright and elegant.
And Linghu Xiao, upon whom hopes were pinned, a once-in-five-hundred-years prodigy of Chongxu, could only grit his teeth and struggle bitterly, a scene of utter disarray.
