Xub looked at the youth that was chopping down with his three-layer iron palm. The air around his palm was torn to pieces, his palm attack combined with the concept of mind was really formidable, he could even sense with his mental will that if this attack were to land on his body, then he would be heavily injured. These youths' attainments in the metal laws were really high, but so were his sword techniques.
Xub with his slim sword that was held horizontally stood still, a firm like a mountain. If the breeze blew on him, it would be cut, if rocks and other falling objects or even rampaging energies touched him, all would be cut. This was how sharp his sword aura was, his sword intent that was manifested from his sword was shockingly powerful and sharp with a profound momentum.
"Cutting
