In an instant, Lin Xuan was before Zhou Xu, the golden Thunder Sword in his hand rapidly thrusting down.
"What!" The crowd was shocked, not expecting Lin Xuan to be so decisive.
Zhou Xu's pupils contracted sharply, and at the critical moment, he once again used his lifesaving move, instantly shifting his body sideways by thirty feet.
"Still have an ace up your sleeve?"
Lin Xuan's sword missed its mark, and he furrowed his brow, the opponent proving to be quite troublesome, still having a lifesaving trick up to this point.
However, he was still unable to escape from Lin Xuan's hand.
The next moment, he stepped forward again, the golden Thunder Sword hovering over his opponent's head.
In an instant, Zhou Xu's face turned exceedingly ugly; he had used up all his cards.
He felt an unbearable sense of frustration inside.
This was completely different from what he had anticipated—in his mind, the one kneeling and begging for mercy should have been Lin Xuan!
