"Junior Brother Yang, how do you feel about this sword?"
Zheng Xun turned around, facing Yang Ji once again.
Yang Ji immediately felt a surge of oppression welling up deep inside his heart; this was the other party employing a technique of mental suppression—the Blade's Will Suppression.
"The Sword Intent is not bad, barely passable!" Yang Ji chuckled lightly. With a slight stirring deep within him, the deity of his mind crushed the invading Blade's Will Suppression.
"I wonder if my senior brother can withstand it," noticing that his Blade's Will Suppression had been broken, Zheng Xun's tone changed abruptly, his eyes intently focusing on Yang Ji.
Whirl! Suddenly, several disciples surrounding Zheng Xun dispersed, aware that Zheng Xun was about to make a move against Yang Ji, for the words of Zheng Xun were filled with aggression; a dispute was about to break into open violence at any disagreement.
"I could handle it with a mere lift of my hand."
