"Elder… Elder Ancestor!" Yu Lang cried with a trembling voice.
Yu Ming's face changed dramatically as well, and he was about to rush over with his sword.
"All of you, back off!" Yu Yuanyi commanded coldly.
At his word, the members of the Yu Family did not dare to disobey, so they all reluctantly retreated to the side with faces full of grief and indignation.
Yu Yuanyi looked up at Xue An with a complex expression in his eyes.
"Excellent fist technique!"
Xue An nodded, "You're not bad yourself! It's a pity, though, that you still went wrong with your Sword Dao."
"I've been in seclusion for thirty years, painstakingly cultivating the Sword Dao. Now you tell me I'm wrong, so what is right?"
"There are three levels to the Sword Dao. The lowest uses the body to control the sword, the middle uses Qi to control the sword, and the highest uses Spirit to control the sword," Xue An said calmly.
