A perfect match

"Chi"
The sound of space being cut was extremely harsh. The Tianyang Sword in Ling Jie's hand swept across with its sword energy, breaking through the air. The hard surface of the sword-fighting arena was cut in a straight line like tofu. A hundred feet away, a fierce aura that penetrated from their bodies straight into their hearts made almost everyone feel a chill down their spines. The cold orange sword light and sword intent seemed to be against their backs.
As soon as Ling Jie attacked,...