"Indeed, you are very strong; you have surpassed most of the Heavenly Prides and even touched upon the power of the Venerable Realm," Lin Xuan said softly, as if he were merely giving an evaluation.
"However, it is still not enough. Against me, you don't even have a ten percent chance of winning."
"Because to defeat you, I only need one strike."
Lin Xuan's voice was calm, as if he were discussing something utterly trivial.
Then, he slowly drew out the Wind Shadow Sword.
The crowd was shocked, and a flurry of discussions erupted.
Even the Venerables furrowed their brows, with two from the Divine Bird Palace showing especially dark and uncertain expressions.
Logically, they wouldn't believe Lin Xuan's words, because Zhu Yue was definitely among the top martial artists of the Heavenly Prides, unbeatable by anyone of the same rank!
But Lin Xuan was too composed, that was not the attitude of a martial artist of the same rank; it was more like looking down from above.
