Through the discussions of the onlookers, Yang Chen figured out that this Moonlight Phantom Sword should be a very powerful technique of the Taiyi Sect. It seemed everyone was a bit fearful of the Taiyi Sect's techniques, giving the impression that they were the best in the world.
Yang Chen also realized the strength of Lu Pingyao, as the sword shadows he had just unleashed had given him some trouble.
As if noticing the seriousness on Yang Chen's face, a confident smirk appeared on Lu Pingyao's face. He sneered, "Yang Chen, is this all you can do? Or is it that you can only deal with the Taiyuan Dragon Elephant Art, but run out of ideas when facing my Moonlight Phantom Sword?"
Yang Chen stood with his hands behind his back: "Whether I'm out of ideas or not, am I not fine right now?"
Upon hearing these words, Lu Pingyao became even more furious and snarled, "Yang Chen, it seems that you won't shed tears until you see your own coffin."
