“Hah… This crafty bastard actually hid his true level!” Some cultivators in the crowd who had crossed paths with him in the past yelled. The anger in their voice was apparent.

Huang Xing’s ‘innocent’ and ‘straightforward’ expression fell slightly as he waved his broadsword before him. “Please!” 

Shang Xia twisted his wrist and a long sword appeared in his hand. Those who noticed what happened gasped in shock.

Spatial artifacts were still extremely rare objects. Even among Martial Intent Realm experts, it was really rarely seen, much less the disciples of the various institutions.

Seeing as a sword had already been in Shang Xia’s hand, Huang Xing didn’t say anymore. He started his assault. Twirling his sword, a formless sword light slashed towards Shang Xia.

Holding Jade Creek in his hand, Shang Xia turned most of his attention to his dantian.

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