"It's only Tang Xia. I'll deal with him!"
Chen Yule had already been choking on a breath of anger with nowhere to vent it. Now that he heard Lin Bai mention that the great banner in Tang Xia's hands was the key to breaking the formation, he acted without another word.
Chen Yule told Lin Bai to step aside and heal, then charged toward Tang Xia with his sword in hand.
Seeing a sword cultivator approach, Tang Xia took a closer look. The man was tall and straight, with sword-shaped brows and starry eyes. His bearing was extraordinary.
An unruly, domineering aura unique to sword cultivators billowed around him. Countless sword gleams swirled in his eyes, while the long sword in his hand breathed out icy light.
"Saint Son Chen Yule..." Tang Xia recognized Chen Yule's identity and was just about to say a few words with a smile.
Unexpectedly, the moment Tang Xia opened his mouth, Chen Yule's expression darkened and killing intent flashed in his eyes. He thrust his sword straight at Tang Xia.
"Why waste so many words? Give me your head!" Chen Yule's voice had barely left his mouth when his treasured sword was already at Tang Xia's throat.
Tang Xia's expression changed drastically. He had never expected Chen Yule to be so hot-tempered. The two had not even exchanged a single word before drawing their swords against each other.
Moreover, Chen Yule's opening move was no ordinary sword technique. It was the Chen Family's secret legacy.
His sword intent layered over itself, layer upon layer; his swordsmanship rolled like surging waves, endless and boundless, each wave stronger than the last!
"Lingbo Sword Intent!" Every hair on Tang Xia's body stood on end. Daring not be careless, he hurriedly circulated his defensive techniques to resist.
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