Seeing this, the Sword Immortal flew into a rage. He immediately sheathed his sword and cursed, "Are you looking down on me, kid? You didn't even draw your sword—you just kicked me! I'll give you a chance. Get into position, and I'll attack again."
On Yingzhou Island in the Primordial Wilderness, Xuanxiao's face darkened. He said, "So you're the Angry Sword Immortal? You're pretty fierce, huh? Madam, what do you think would happen if I unsealed part of Mo'er's cultivation and let him beat this guy up? Could it shatter his Dao heart?"
Hearing this, Luohu chuckled. "Is that really necessary? They're just two verbal habits. If that shatters his Dao heart, that would be a little too tragic for him."
At that moment, Laozi interrupted, "No, no, no. This fellow uses anger as his sword, which harms the body. That won't do, that won't do. I still think it would be better to beat him up until he's crippled."
Xuanxiao nodded. "That's right. Eldest Uncle is absolutely correct. Give him a beating and make him change his methods. It'll do him some good." With that, he pointed a finger toward the water mirror.
Xuan Mo felt part of his cultivation become unsealed. He then looked at the Angry Sword Immortal, raised a finger, and shattered his sword qi with a single point. "With this level of cultivation, you're a little weak, Angry Sword Immortal. Raise your anger a bit more. This level of power really isn't anything special."
Hearing this, Yan Zhantian's face darkened. His aura surged, and he swung his sword, unleashing all of his strength.
Xuan Mo chuckled. Spiritual Power erupted from his two fingers as he caught the sword between them. The Angry Sword Immortal was horrified. His full-powered strike had been caught so easily, and