Lu Xiao still knew Old Luli quite well, who was also a big shot in the realm of pretense, never using his sword unless it involved a threat to himself.
"Give up; when I wield a sword, I am invincible," Liuli Hong called again.
It was no boast—his skill with a sword was on a whole different level compared to without.
Liuli Hong was absolutely confident in his swordsmanship.
"That's just your own delusion. In terms of swordsmanship, you're no different from common poultry in my eyes," Lu Xiao said with disdain.
Liuli Hong instantly began to grind his teeth and grimace.
These words from Lu Xiao, the little rascal, were rather hurtful.
I, Liuli Hong, have been practicing swordsmanship since I was three, reaching the Transformation Realm long ago. Calling me common poultry is simply an insult.
"Fine, fine, fine, then enlighten this common poultry's swordsmanship! Let's not compete in Inner Qi today, just the moves," Liuli Hong declared, pointing his sword at Lu Xiao.
