This Time, Luck Came So Quickly?

There were differences even at level 45.

That again!

"Good, good, good." Already annoyed, the old man heard those words again and laughed in rage. "There's a difference, is there? I'll show you what a difference really is!"

With that, the old man drew his blade and charged straight at Xiao Luo.

"I have walked the path of cultivation for over a thousand years, diligent and steady, never slacking in the slightest."

"Day after day, year after year, that is how I achieved what I have today."

"A difference? You ignorant brats who know neither heaven nor earth—what do you know about differences?"

Enraged, the old man unleashed 120% of his strength. Terrifying killing intent radiated from his entire body as he swore to take down Xiao Luo within ten moves.

There was only one thought in his mind: he might not be able to defeat the strongest Chosen One, Long Wudi, but could he really not defeat an unknown little nobody like Xiao Luo?

"You're getting a little anxious."

Xiao Luo remained calm, casually blocking the old man's three most terrifying strikes. "Impatience has filled your blade technique with openings, while I can remain calm. That is the difference between us."

The old man roared, "Trying to shake my Dao heart? You deserve death!"

Xiao Luo had easily blocked his three fiercest strikes, making the old man even more irritated.

Were all these Chosen Ones this strong?

How long had they even been cultivating?

If I can't deal with this brat quickly, then once Long Wudi catches up and the two of them join forces, I'll definitely die... Thinking of this, the old man grew even more frantic. His longsword slashed out repeatedly, each strike faster and stronger than the last!

"Don't rush, don't rush. Attacking so chaotically won't