The woman gave a disdainful smile, her eyes swirling with mockery. "You found it? You expect me to believe you found such a rare sword art? Do you take me for a three-year-old child?" She advanced toward Ao Yue step by step, spiritual energy surging around her. The powerful pressure nearly left him unable to breathe. "Tell me—where did you get this sword art? If you refuse to tell the truth, don't blame me for showing you no mercy!"
Ao Yue cursed inwardly. Why was this woman so impossible to reason with? Did he really need to make up a story? But lying was what he was worst at. His eyes shifted, and he decided to take a gamble. "Senior, please investigate this matter clearly. I truly found this sword art. If you don't believe me, I'm willing to stake my life on it!" With that, he raised his right hand and pretended he was about to sever his own heart meridian.
The woman clearly hadn't expected Ao Yue to be so decisive. She froze slightly, then sneered. "You want to die? It won't be that easy! If you truly want to prove yourself, take one attack from me. If you can withstand it, I'll believe you."
Ao Yue groaned inwardly. This woman was obviously just looking for an excuse to teach him a lesson. But he was already in an awkward position and could only agree despite his reservations. He took a deep breath and poured all the spiritual energy remaining in his body into the Azure Spirit Sword, assuming a defensive stance.
A trace of disdain flashed through the woman's eyes when she saw this. She lightly pointed with her delicate finger, and a streak of white sword energy shot toward Ao Yue. It was so fast that