"I've seen a true swordsman, compared to him, you are not worthy of calling yourself a swordsman, you can't even hold your sword steady!"
A moment later, two figures separated, Lin Hai felt somewhat disappointed. He thought the sword-carrying young man was strong, but the actual strength that was demonstrated was just so-so.
He punched out, not holding back any of his invincible Divine Power, directly confronting the precious sword in the opponent's hand with his bare flesh.
"Clang clang clang!"
In the air, ceaseless, ear-splitting clashes of steel rang out, you could even see the sparks flying.
Finally, Lin Hai charged forward, punching out like a meteor falling, directly sending the Lone Orphan Sword flying away, coughing up blood, his life or death uncertain, his precious sword shattered by the terrifying force of the impact.
Like Lin Hai, many others openly challenged these gathered ancient freaks, some even directly rushed off the platform.