"Do you have any evidence?" Li Xiangru asked with a frown.
Seeing him stop, Li Poxiao did not hesitate at all. He once again formed a sword seal and sang out in a simple, forceful voice: "The Daoist chant fades away, vast tides bear distant thoughts as lone smoke falls, the other road beholds the Sword Firmament dance, the immortal mountains endure as I journey on! Qiankun Dao! Cloud Firmament Dao Sword!"
Li Poxiao's incantation speed rose another level. My heart tightened. The compatibility between his hand seals and sword chants had reached near perfection. Even Ye Yunqiu had no choice but to regard him in a new light.
Li Xiangru gnashed his teeth in hatred. He was deep and cunning, eloquent and persuasive, but when he encountered a blockhead, there was no way to reason with him. What was more, this blockhead was an extremely powerful opponent. He glared at Ye Yunqiu, then began chanting without the slightest hesitation as well: "Following my master, silent, desire and passion severed, young yet bearing up the heavens, hidden from the dust, hearing the Dao at dawn, today I draw my sword, beneath the clouds, unconcerned and alone! Ancient Immortal Dao! Unanswered Sword Bearing!"
Li Xiangru's beard and hair streamed wildly, and his Daoist robes rustled violently. This time, as he accepted the challenge, intense golden light suffused his entire body, making him seem like an indestructible golden incarnation.
Li Poxiao was the same, but his golden body shone even more brilliantly, like a blazing sun breaking dawn in the darkness. Even looking at him required a steady heart, lest one's gaze be forced away!
Ye Yunqiu seemed to have some agreement with them. He did not chant a sword song, but instead retreated again and again, finally withdrawing to my side.