The surrounding disciples gasped in amazement.
"What an intense battle."
They could already feel the overwhelming force sweeping through the arena, making their hearts tremble in awe.
The Saint Heir in a brocade robe narrowed his eyes slightly, a flash of golden light in his irises. His palm slapped the ground, and in an instant, array patterns appeared beneath Lin Fan's feet. A pillar of light shot into the sky, enveloping Lin Fan within it.
"Thunder Sword Formation."
Crackle! Pop!
Lightning streaked across, tiny bolts crackling and converging into countless Thunder Long Swords. They hummed as they descended in a dense array, raining downwards with explosive force.
Lin Fan remained unflustered, channeling his vast mana and unleashing hundreds of palm strikes in rapid succession, each strike brimming with terrifying power.
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
