Jiang Chen was not being overly conceited; facing the projection before him, he genuinely felt no pressure at all.
Fifty percent of its strength seemed far too weak to him.
The youth gently stroked his sword. The next instant, he gripped the longsword tightly with his right hand, his expression turning cold and stern. Terrifying sword qi surged forth like an overturning tide, tearing through the giant screen as it swept rapidly toward Jiang Chen.
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