"How do you think, do you believe your saber technique is superior to his?"
The Golden Core of the Taiyi Sect was not angry but stood quietly in front of the Green Dragon Formation.
"No, I just find the current situation quite intriguing."
Meng Yu smiled, his battles with Foundation Establishment cultivators often ended swiftly and decisively, but in reality, when Foundation Establishment cultivators fought, with Flying Swords and Magical Treasures launched, area within hundreds or even thousands of meters became perilous, including various types of Puppets, Magical Beasts, and subordinates, akin to a real war.
These Foundation Establishment cultivators, each of them, a single sentence could determine the life and death of many people, or even the rise and fall of a nation!
Gu Changfa's corpse turned into flying ashes, a drop of blood appeared on the pale yellow saber's wind blade, Meng Yu's battles were never flashy, he even disliked aerial combat.
