Daqian Dynasty, Imperial Palace.
Xiao Yi was sparring with the Bai Fa Sword Emperor.
After as many as a hundred moves.
The two stopped at the same time.
The Bai Fa Sword Emperor looked down at the corner of his robe and showed a bitter smile, "As expected of Xiao Zhenguo, I admit defeat!"
At the corner of his robe was a hardly visible sword mark, where a single thread was still connecting two pieces of torn fabric.
The chilling Sword Intent lingered, undispersed.
If it had not been for Xiao Yi showing mercy just now, that strike could have slit his belly open.
Huh!
Xiao Yi exhaled, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth. He said, "I only managed to have the upper hand by relying on the convenience of speed, plus your incomplete mastery of the powers from the Longevity Secret Realm. If I were to wait until you stabilized your realm, it wouldn't be so easy for me to win against you!"
Yang Zun bowed his head dejectedly and said, "Stop being modest, the weakest here is me..."
