The dazzling blade-light aimed directly at Shi Xiaole's forehead, like the punitive blade of heaven, cleaved straight on. This blade, even for a regular warrior at the fourth level of the Dragon Gate Realm, would be hard to evade, because accompanying the blade technique was the True Intent that was thirty-percent heavy.
"Sixty percent of my full strength, that should be enough to give you a taste."
The Golden Saber Marquis smirked to himself.
Seeing this, the Crown Sword Marquis at one side clenched his sword handle, but his movement was locked down a step earlier by the Silver Spear Marquis.
In the rigid, leaden air, there was no presence of wind. Everyone seemed to envisage the sight of Shi Xiaole being seriously injured by the slice.
"Your blade technique is too slow."
Like a light breeze blowing past, Shi Xiaole appeared at the other side of the blade-light, completely unscathed.
"Huh?"
A shock rippled through the crowd.