"You've ruined the grand plans of the Jade Tomb Sect, so this day next year will be the anniversary of your death," the two of them stepped forward, their right hands shaking as swords astonishingly materialized in their grasp.
Witnessing this scene, Ling Tianyu knew that these two were probably not just at the Peak of Grain Avoidance level typical of his clan—having not only more advanced movement techniques but also a wider range of fist and leg techniques. Thus, he was eager to face the strength of a cultivator from within the Sect, hoping they would not disappoint him.
"Ding! Ding!"
With a slight tremble of their seven-foot longswords, and after pushing off the ground with one foot, the pair shot toward him like arrows at extreme speed.
The two incredibly sharp swords, one surrounded by white light and the other red, shone brightly in the dark suburbs.
"Clang! Clang!"
