Xuanxiao looked at the young man in blue before him, and a sense of unease suddenly rose in his heart. The young man's gaze was frighteningly calm, as though nothing in the world could catch his eye. He had seen plenty of so-called "geniuses"—there was no shortage of arrogant, conceited people who looked down on everyone else—but this was the first time he had encountered someone so cold and indifferent.
"Kid, I've changed my mind." Xuanxiao licked his lips, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes. "You've already tried. With your current abilities, you can't hit me. If you kneel down right now, kowtow three times, and cripple your own cultivation, I'll spare your life. How about it?"
"Spare my life?" The young man in blue looked as if he had heard a joke, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew wider. "Who do you think you are? You think you're worthy?"
"Courting death!" Xuanxiao roared. A pitch-black longsword suddenly appeared in his hand. Demonic energy swirled around the blade, radiating a sinister aura that made one's heart tremble.
Seeing this, Ye Qingyu grew anxious and wanted to step forward to stop him, but the young man raised a hand and blocked her.
"Saintess, don't worry. I refuse to believe an Evil Cultivator like him can be that powerful. Mere demonic arts aren't worthy of my attention." The young man in blue spoke indifferently, his tone filled with disdain.
At his words, Xuanxiao immediately flew into a rage. "Arrogant brat, come and die!"
Before his voice had even faded, Xuanxiao's body transformed into a black bolt of lightning and shot toward the young man in blue. The longsword in his hand carried a sharp blade aura as it went straight for the young man's throat.
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