"Do you think this old woman is still in her ignorant youth?" Yang Qingwu snapped at me, then continued, "Even Xiao Jianlan might not dare say such a thing. You're merely a brash young man, yet you boast so shamelessly. Aren't you afraid of becoming the laughingstock of the world?"
"Senior Yang's swordsmanship naturally has its merits. I was merely discussing the matter itself. Closing in and forcing the opponent back, disrupting the time they need to chant the Sword Song, and using the opportunity to condense a Sword Realm—that's a good method. But it isn't absolutely ideal. The Sword Realm's power is too weak, and it can't create any effective damage at all, can it?" I asked in return.
As long as I chanted the Sword Song, powerful Sword Qi would burst from my body, giving me astonishing defensive capabilities. Unless it was the complete version of the Sword Song, it could hardly harm me at all. At least Yang Qingwu's current Sword Song was useless against me. Although it had accelerated the condensation of the Sword Realm and ultimately reached instantaneous release, sacrificing its power had stripped away the very meaning of using the Sword Song!
With this level of power, the Sword Song could naturally deal with people in the Boundless Realm with ease. But against someone much stronger in the Heavenly Dao Realm, I would need to land two or three solid hits to kill them. The consumption of that many Sword Realms was difficult to imagine, which was why I had spoken so bluntly.
"That is indeed the case. Your Sword Song is powerful—stronger than this old woman's. But that's because I didn't know you could use such a spell as well. Otherwise, how could I have allowed you to cast it so easily? Besides,