The young Yan Immortal quickly stood up and drew out a long sword from somewhere, slashing at Jian Wushuang.
This time, Jian Wushuang moved even faster.
Almost at the instant the young man moved, he attacked.
Using his palm as a blade, Jian Wushuang aimed for his head and, with unimaginable speed, snatched away his long sword.
The young man, thrown backward, barely managed to stop himself, his eyes filled with anger and humiliation.
Jian Wushuang, who had taken the long sword, didn't rush to attack but instead examined the sword in his hand. "Did you forge this yourself?"
"None of your business!" The young man suddenly blushed, as if he had been touched in a sore spot, and reached out to reclaim the long sword.
However, Jian Wushuang was one step ahead of him. He shook his arm hard and the long sword in his hand shattered into pieces, leaving only the hilt.
