C317 Kill the Red Armored
"Shua!"
With a swift motion, Jiang Xiaofan surged forward, his sword slicing through the air, yet it failed to graze the elder by even a hair's breadth.
He had the sensation of piercing through an unseen force. In a blink, the grand hall reasserted itself around him, as if the prior events had been an illusion.
Jiang Xiaofan glanced at his hand; the Heaven Cleaving Sword remained sheathed
