He Shaobing retreated in horror, but Lin Xuan's sword was faster than his speed.
A brilliant flash of red light sped by, swift as lightning, leaving spectators astonished.
By the time everyone came to their senses, they found Lin Xuan's Red Flame Greatsword pointed at He Shaobing's chest, ready to pierce his heart with a mere exertion of force. And He Shaobing, pale-faced and paralyzed by fear, dared not move a muscle.
What a swift sword!
What precise control!
Even among the top hundred experts in the Martial Arts Arena, this display of combat drew a collective gasp. Lin Xuan's strength surpassed their expectations. How much confidence did it take to aim straight for the heart, such a vital part?
It is known, killing within the sect, especially someone like He Shaobing who is likely to become an Inner Sect Disciple, is expressly forbidden.