Xu Yue unleashed his power.
Yan Chuan suddenly felt immense pressure.
The four men wielded four swords, as if they were one.
Being in the midst, it was like being caught in a rapid current, or in a vortex, drifting with the flow, unable to control oneself.
"Sixth Grade!"
"Sixth Grade!"
"Sixth Grade!"
"Fifth Grade!"
In the midst of the clash with the Four Talents, as the sword lights exchanged, Yan Chuan roughly discerned their cultivation levels.
Three Sixth Grades!
One Fifth Grade!
This Sword Array formed by the Four Talents was nearly reaching the power of Seventh or Eighth Grade, putting pressure on Yan Chuan not less than when he faced the two god-like cult strongmen during the cult riot in Yingze City.
Incredibly strong!
However, times have changed.
Compared to the days before the Jian Province Competition finals, compared to facing the two god-like strongmen, Yan Chuan's strength had been continually progressing over the past month.
