By the time Wang Ming realized what had happened, Chu Xisheng's Gentle Wind Thunder Blade was already pressed against Wang Ming's throat.
The blade edge ripped open Wang Ming's collar and drew a thin line of blood at his throat.
Wang Ming had no choice but to halt in his tracks, looking at Chu Xisheng with disbelief in his eyes.
How could this guy's Sword Speed be so fast?
At this moment, the entire arena below erupted with a resounding boom.
Everyone had the same expression on their faces.
The great 'Mad Blade' Wang Ming, one of the three youngest and most outstanding Swordmen within the Capital's limits, was pointed at the throat by Chu Xisheng's blade in the blink of an eye during the exchange?
What kind of joke was this? Or were they dreaming?
"Fuck!"
