C467 His Gaze Was like a Sword

Lee Zhuohua, who was on the arena, did not know what kind of expectations the two masters in the main audience had for him, nor did he know that his true strength had already been understood by the two big shots. But he knew that the people in the entire venue were not optimistic about his match.

Lee Zhuohua couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.

He looked away and scanned the eyes of the audience below the arena. Except for those from the Lake Gate who looked at him with the conviction that he would win, the others looked at him with eyes that said he had no chance of winning.

"I really didn't expect that I would be looked down upon by others, but I am looking forward to seeing your shocked expressions." Lee Zhuohua did not feel any discomfort from the gazes of the audience below the arena. Instead, a trace of arrogance surfaced in his heart.

He retracted his gaze and looked at Yan Zhengtine, who had an astonishing aura. Following that, his gaze slowly became serious.

"It seems that you are also determined to obtain my Holy Spirit Sword Technique. Fine, I'll let you experience what Sword Dao is." Lee Zhuohua looked at Yan Zhengtine and thought to himself.

Yan Zhengtine, who was standing opposite him, did not feel afraid at all when he saw Lee Zhuohua displaying the power of two Shen Hua flowers. Instead, his eyes became even brighter. This made him feel a little confused in his heart.

"Does he have any other tricks up his sleeve?" Yan Zhengtine couldn't help but wonder.

However, just as this thought appeared in his mind, it was immediately rejected. He shook his head.

"Impossible. He didn't manage to condense a single Shen Hua. Even if he had any hidden techniques, under absolute strength, he wouldn't have the slightest chance of winning. Hmph." Yan Zhengtine let out a cold snort. He was full of confidence in his own strength.

Normally speaking, Done Gang-level Cultivators who had condensed their Divine Essence would be able to fight against ordinary Astral Realm cultivators as if they were fighting against a child. Not to mention Yan Zhengtine, who had condensed his Divine Essence for offense.

But this set of laws had no effect on Lee Zhuohua. There was no other reason other than that he was Lee Zhuohua.

"Boom!"

Just when everyone was pessimistic about Lee Zhuohua, on the stage, Lee Zhuohua, who originally did not have any imposing manner, suddenly burst out with an astonishing sword Qi storm.

Although this wave of sword qi did not have Yan Zhengtine's imposing aura on the other side, it gave off a feeling of sharpness that could cut through everything.

While this sword qi storm was raging, with Lee Zhuohua as the center, sword qi cyclones were stirred up within a radius of three meters, sweeping up all the stone fragments in the area into the sky. One could see with the naked eye that there were continuous sword qi ripples surrounding Lee Zhuohua.

From a distance, Lee Zhuohua looked like a human storm, giving off a berserk feeling wherever he stood.

This change really shocked the audience below the arena and Yan Zhengtine. They had never thought that Lee Zhuohua would be able to erupt with such an astonishing aura at this time.

But even though Lee Zhuohua had shown such a scene, they still did not think that Lee Zhuohua would be able to make up for the gap between the two Shen Hua.

"He's just an unorthodox cultivator, but the intent of his Sword Dao is really pure. I'm more and more interested in that sword technique of his." After Yan Zhengtine recovered from his slight shock, his expression returned to normal. He didn't think that Lee Zhuohua could contend with him in this state.

However, the movements on Lee Zhuohua's side did not stop there. The sword qi storm was constantly expanding, and there were even strangling forces appearing within it.

Although Lee Zhuohua did not summon the sword shadows like before, under this state, he made people feel that he was a peerless fierce sword.

"It's about time. It's enough to deal with you with this move. As for the next two moves, I still have to leave them to others." After Lee Zhuohua felt the astonishing sword intent that he had released, he thought to himself.

Then, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Zhengtine who was on the other side. He could vaguely see two sword beams shooting out from Lee Zhuohua's eyes towards Yan Zhengtine.

As soon as the swords appeared, they were as fast as lightning. With a twist in the air, it was impossible to find them.

Lee Zhuohua's control over the sword Qi had actually reached such a level. With just a glance, he was able to release two beams of sword Qi, piercing through his line of sight and killing the enemy. It was extremely terrifying.

"Hmm?" When Yan Zhengtine saw Lee Zhuohua's gaze, he felt an alarm in his heart. His eyes suddenly widened, and his body subconsciously moved to the side.

He did not notice the two sword qi that were hidden in Lee Zhuohua's eyes. The reason why he dodged like this was because his body felt threatened and acted on its own accord.

By the time he came back to his senses, there were already two finger-sized holes where he stood. These two holes seemed small, but in fact, they had already penetrated the entire Trial Arena. It could be imagined how terrifying the destructive power of Lee Zhuohua's sword qi was just now.

If Yan Zhengtine didn't dodge the attack, then even if he had two Shen Hua's blessings, he wouldn't be able to completely block the attack. Not to mention if his sword shadow could even pass the test.

When Yan Zhengtine saw the hole where he had been standing, his pupils contracted and he could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.

"Hiss..."

At this point, he did not dare to underestimate Lee Zhuohua anymore. Even though he knew that Lee Zhuohua had not condensed the Shen Hua, just the sword Qi from his eyes was enough to make Yan Zhengtine treat him seriously.

However, that attack just now was not intentionally done by Lee Zhuohua. It was only because he had pushed the Sword Saint's Spirit Sword Technique to the limit that the sword qi in his body was everywhere, and for a moment, he did not control it well, which was why it shot out from his eyes.

"Sorry, I couldn't control myself all of a sudden." Lee Zhuohua said to Yan Zhengtine jokingly. There was no apology in his eyes.

"Humph." Yan Zhengtine coldly snorted and did not say anything. Although he knew that Lee Zhuohua had the strength to hurt him, he still did not think that he would lose.

The two of them looked at each other intensely in the void, as if they could smell the faint smell of gunpowder between them.

And then they seemed to have a mutual understanding. They both rushed over to each other at the same time.

"Boom!" Yan Zhengtine was controlling the bright yellow sword shadow to attack Lee Zhuohua with the help of the two Shen Hua. His speed was extremely fast. Wherever he passed, there was the sound of air exploding.

Lee Zhuohua also attacked Yan Zhengtine. His speed was even faster than Yan Zhengtine. Although he didn't have the support of the Shen Hua, his speed was too fast. It caused the people below the arena to see a human-shaped sword shadow slashing towards Yan Zhengtine.

There was a soul-stirring cold light at the tip of the sword. Although it did not really hit Yan Zhengtine's body, it still shocked everyone.

That's right, this was the technique Lee Zhuohua used to make up for the difference in strength between the two Shen Hua.

It was also the tenth move of The Holy Spirit Sword Technique, which was to use the body as a sword and transform the sword into a domain.

"Ten Swords." Lee Zhuohua shouted in a low voice. Within three meters of him, sword Qi suddenly appeared, and soul-stirring sword lights went berserk in all directions. He used such a shocking move to attack Yan Zhengtine.

Wherever he passed, the arena would be torn into pieces by his berserk sword qi, as if it had been ploughed. Everyone below the arena could see that from where Lee Zhuohua had started, a large area of the arena's ground had been damaged. It was truly terrifying.