Hearing Qi Ming name the sword technique he had used, Proud Sword froze.
"Who are you?" Proud Sword put away the Crimson Sword and asked in a low voice.
Qi Ming smiled faintly. "Does it matter who I am? Since we are both cultivators, then this Netherworld Warrior..."
"Impossible. It's mine!" Proud Sword cut him off coldly.
"You and I can't determine a winner anyway. Besides, I found it first."
Proud Sword did not reply this time. The crimson spirit sword in his hand turned into specks of spiritual light, then reformed into the Crimson Sword behind his back. He then beckoned with both hands, and the azure and blue spirit swords behind him flew out and landed in his grasp.
"A draw? You underestimate me too much!"
Proud Sword's attitude left Qi Ming helpless. As expected of someone from the Proud family, they all had rotten tempers.
But Qi Ming had no intention of giving up either. He had finally encountered a Netherworld Warrior, and he did not want to leave just like that.
When they clashed again, Qi Ming was shocked to discover that Proud Sword's swordplay had changed completely. The weapons in his hands switched constantly, and his sword techniques became even more domineering and unpredictable. At times, they were as violent as raging fire; at others, as bone-piercing as ice. The ever-changing attacks left him unable to defend himself for a moment.
When Proud Sword closed in on him once more, Qi Ming was about to control the Yin soldiers to block him and retreat when he saw the nine spirit swords behind Proud Sword fly free at once. With a pointing gesture from Proud Sword, they shot toward him!
Qi Ming had never expected this Sword Control Technique.
The Yin soldiers before him were torn