The young man in black was no longer in the mood to wait.
He needed a battle.
Regardless of whether Su Changyu was pretending or not, the battle was inevitable.
When the longsword was launched, it came with a terrifying sword momentum that was like a gale and a thunderstorm.
At this moment, it was as if the sky had turned dark.
It was almost evening time, but as the young man in black drew his sword, the terrifying sword momentum seemed to have made the dark night come in advance.
The powerful sword momentum made the cultivators around them feel a terrifying aura.
Some cultivators with weaker cultivation levels felt their legs go weak under that sword momentum.
Not far away, Su Changyu was confused.
'Why are we fighting as soon as the topic is brought up?'
'Aren't we going to continue chatting?'
'I'm not ready yet.'
'Why did you come straight up?'
