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"Senior, please draw your sword." I did not look down on him because of his frail, aged appearance. Such a being might simply be displaying another side of a sword fanatic's personality. People like that were either indolent or seemed utterly defenseless most of the time, but only when they drew their swords would one know just how powerful they truly were!
The old man before me was the same. He looked unimaginably old, yet within those weary-looking eyes still burned a tiny flame. Once it faced a sword, that flame might blaze into a heaven-scorching inferno, destroying everything before it!
"Oh... Such crisp movements. You're a boy... Why pretend to be a girl?" the old man said in a trembling voice. Then he wiped the "copper strip" in his hand, and with a buzzing clang, it unleashed the roar of dragons and tigers. The pressure he gave off swiftly climbed from behind me. Once his blazing Sword Qi ignited, the hunched, ancient man no longer looked feeble. Instead, he possessed the grandeur of towering mountains!
I drew a deep breath and said, "Senior, you did not leave your name on the Nine Heavens Sword Stele, but after this battle, you may well claim a place there. Senior, you are not an Immortal Ascender, are you?"
The old man chuckled. Then he raised his toes, both feet resembling zombies standing on stilts. The instant I finished speaking, he stomped through the air with a bang and charged at me!
Bang!
My sword clashed with his in an instant, and I suddenly felt as though my entire body had been swept away. It was like a drunkard encountering vintage liquor—the moment our swords met, I knew it was a brew capable of getting one drunk with ease!
Bang!
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