Instead of replying, the young man turned around and beckoned with his finger lightly.
Huala!
The tea inside the teacups on the stone table gathered in the air to form a sword.
"Use your sword art to attack me."
"Alright."
Tzla!
With a flick of Zhang Xuan's wrist, the Crimson Heaven Sword tore through the air and filled the surroundings with surges of sword qi.
A Heart of Intertwined Threads!
The young man took a step forward, and without any excessive actions, he raised the liquid sword in his hand and pierced forth.
For an instant, Zhang Xuan thought that he had been locked down by a beast, rendering him unable to move. He felt like if he made an excessive movement, he would surely be struck down by the other party.
