Weng!

There seemed to be water rippling off the surface of the light-blue Dragon Fang Sword as it gently rose into the air. At the same time, an overwhelming sword energy swept through the arena.

It was a sharp and endless wave of energy. When Lu Qingmei and the others looked at the Dragon Fang Sword, they felt like they had been submerged in a limitless ocean of sword energy.

Their existence was simply tiny and insignificant in comparison.

Unable to help it, they felt a sense of horror rising within their hearts. Compared to the Underworld River's Black Dragon Banner... this Duke Art was a thousand times more fearsome! 

Was this Li Luo's true ace?

It seemed like no one in their whole generation would be able to take a strike from this sword.

All those who had previously thought that Li Luo was not fit to be the Dragon's Head had completely shut up by now. Even if Li Qingfeng had not sabotaged himself earlier, it would still be a real challenge for him to fend off this strike.  

"Little Brother, what's this Duke Art? Is it from the Dragon's Fang Lineage?" Li Fengyi asked curiously with her eyes wide...