Ling Xuanxiao withdrew his Spiritual Sense and looked at his senior brother Xue Yun, who stood before him.
"Senior Brother..."
"Junior Brother, hurry back to Silver Sword Peak! Listen to me." Xue Yun's tone was stern.
"Senior Brother."
Ling Xuanxiao took two steps back.
"Senior Brother... if you take one more step forward, there will be no return from the abyss of ten thousand calamities."
Xue Yun's expression hardened, and he stepped forward.
He suddenly reached out, intending to knock Ling Xuanxiao unconscious.
But before his hand could touch Ling Xuanxiao—
Whoosh~
In that instant, a blinding sword flash suddenly burst forth!
The light was dazzling, as though it had torn the entire space apart.
Yet Xue Yun, standing within it, did not even spare it a glance.
Because he had never imagined that Ling Xuanxiao would draw his sword against him so abruptly.
To Xue Yun, this was indeed unexpected, but he did not take it to heart.
After all, whether in swordsmanship or cultivation, there was a difference between them as vast as heaven and earth.
Thus, even when faced with this sudden strike, Xue Yun's heart remained as calm as an unruffled lake.
He was merely somewhat surprised by the cultivation and strength displayed in his junior brother's sword strike.
However, when Xue Yun attempted to shatter the sword light, he realized that things were far from as simple as he had imagined.
The sword light clung tightly to his arm like a disease that had seeped into the bone.
As it touched his skin, a strange poison seemed to seep into his body through his pores,
bringing bone-piercing cold and agonizing pain.
Sword Qi... or poison?
Xue Yun looked somewhat puzzled.
"Junior Brother, you actually possess such strength?"
Xue Yun closed his eyes for a moment.