The elder's hair was streaked with gray, his cheekbones jutted high, and his eyes sat deep in their sockets. Yet those eyes were extraordinarily sharp. When Fang Chen met the Golden-Robed Elder's gaze, he felt it pierce straight toward his soul like an incomparably keen Sword Ray.
Fang Chen shuddered slightly. He did not look away, but continued to meet the Golden-Robed Elder's gaze.
The Golden-Robed Elder said nothing. He simply kept staring at Fang Chen.
After One Incense Stick, the Golden-Robed Elder's lips curled into a smile. "Not bad. It's been a long time since anyone could withstand my Soul Pressure. You're the first person in the past million years to endure it!"
Fang Chen cupped his hands respectfully. "This junior is Fang Chen. Greetings, senior. May I ask your name?"
The elder smiled faintly at Fang Chen. "Once you obtain my Swordsmanship inheritance, you'll naturally learn my name. If you can't obtain it, there's no need for you to know!"
Fang Chen nodded. "What must I do to obtain your Swordsmanship inheritance?"
The Golden-Robed Elder smiled. "Simple. If you want my Swordsmanship inheritance, first defeat this Clone of mine!"
"A Clone?"
Fang Chen's gaze sharpened. "Senior, are you still alive?"
The Golden-Robed Elder smiled. "I don't know. I'm only a Clone my true self left here. I know nothing about him, not even whether he's still alive!"
Fang Chen fixed his eyes on the Golden-Robed Elder. "In that case, let's begin!"
With that, Fang Chen gripped the Yin-Yang Sword and rushed at the elder, leaving an afterimage behind.
The elder held no sword and remained where he stood. As Fang Chen reached him, fierce Sword Intent erupted from the Yin-Yang Sword, and Fang Chen slashed at the Golden-Robed Elder with unstoppable momentum.
The Golden-Robed Elder slowly raised his