He was, after all, fifth on the rankings, just one place below you, Dugu Jingcheng.
You claim to defeat me with a single sword stroke; isn't that a bit too arrogant?
"With one sword stroke, I'd love to see how you could defeat me with one sword stroke," Zhao Yan angrily said to Dugu Jingcheng, his heart filled with strong unwillingness.
Dugu Jingcheng wasted no words, gesturing with his hand, a Xuan Iron Sword flew out from his Storage Bag and appeared in his hand.
Seeing this, Zhao Yan also drew his Battle Saber, readying himself with solemnity.
Regardless, since Dugu Jingcheng dared to make such a bold statement, the power of this sword stroke must be extraordinary, so he dared not underestimate it, for fear of capsizing in the gutter.
"Buzz!"
The long sword in Dugu Jingcheng's hand started to tremble, emitting a proud Sword Intent from his body, the powerful Sword Intent like a sharp lethal sword, instilling fear in people.
