When Xuanyuan Dapan was 60 years old, he had mastered his saber techniques and lost to the young Gu Jiangtang. During this period, Xuanyuan Dapan even competed with Immortal Qi Xuanjia in internal strength. Of course, it was normal to lose, but looking at the opponents he found, which one of them was not a famous figure in the pugilistic world?
To be able to fight to the verge of death under the hands of so many powerhouses, it was enough to show the tyrannical strength of this old man.
Xuanyuan Dapan arrogantly flew out of the cave abode.
He flew to the opposite side of Xuanyuan Jingcheng, faced him, and spoke to him in a very domineering manner.
"Haha, as expected of my good grandson. You've grown up. Come, let me see what you've learned from the books."
Xuanyuan Jingcheng didn't reply.
He stretched out one hand to draw an arc, while his other hand slowly lifted up as he said softly, "Rise."
