Jian Wuji's confidence suffered a severe blow, he had thought his mastery of the Sword Dao had reached the pinnacle and was enough to dominate a small place like Ling City. But who would have known, the man and woman he faced today were each more powerful than the last.
The young Li Xiaoyao, with his swordsmanship cultivation, could be called a grandmaster, nearly reaching perfection. This young woman who had suddenly appeared had a cultivation level even more terrifying than that of Li Xiaoyao, to the extent that even he was no match for her.
Xiaoqing was very angry, and the consequences were dire.
If anyone were to mistake this young woman, beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal, for a mere vase, they would pay a heavy price for their underestimation.
Xiaoqing's attack moves were very simple: punches and kicks. But even these simple moves seemed terrifying to Jian Wuji.
