When Mu Bai saw the white-robed young man for the first time, his heart skipped a beat. The young man had a cross-shaped long sword on his waist and his aura was restrained. Apart from having a very powerful aura with the element of light, he could not detect the soul aura at all.
existence.
There was a faint burning sensation in his back again, making Mu Bai's face covered with hot sweat.
"This is Henry, the genius of the Holy Empire. He is already the chief referee at a young age. He is probably the future successor of the Pope. He is really enviable."
"This man was very vicious during the competition. It seems that seven or eight people have died under his sword."
"That guy named Jian Wuhui is also very powerful. He always takes action in team battles. I have been paying attention to him for a long time."
The people watching the battle below focused their attention on Jian Wuhui and Henry, and started talking fiercely.
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Jian Wuhui on the stage also frowned. The young man was already a saint-level master just by the momentum he showed, but Jian Wuhui always felt that it was not that simple.
With a sneer on his face, Henry slowly pulled the sword out of its scabbard.
"You can start the competition. Remember to be merciful when necessary." An elder of the Martial God Sect said on the side. This sounded like he was deliberately telling Henry. This elder was Tabor who was guarding the ninth floor of the Martial God Tower.
He has been paying attention to Henry for a long time, because even he, a master of the lower imperial level, cannot see through the depth of Henry's strength.
"I will." Henry responded casually, suddenly raised his sword and slashed at Jian Wuhui.
Jian Wuhui's expression changed slightly. Judging from Henry's movements at the moment when he drew his sword, it was so calm and graceful. This was the first time he had seen someone draw a sword like this.
Silver-blue light flashed instantly, Jian Wuhui pulled out the long sword behind him, and blocked Henry's sword thrust attack.
"clang!"
The terrifying impact was like an overwhelming force, directly knocking Jian Wuhui's body away more than ten meters.
"So strong!" Mu Bai frowned and couldn't help but exclaimed.
Mu Bai knew very well how strong Jian Wuhui was now. He and the white-robed young man only had one move, and the white-robed young man's strength had absolutely suppressed Jian Wuhui. What was his background?