"Fallen for it? What exactly are you talking about? Why can't I understand a word?"
Zhao Xiaohan asked in confusion.
"Still playing dumb?"
Chu Xingyu sneered. "There is no Sword Intent, and no Zhenyue Mountain Sword. You and Li Yun arranged all of this in secret. You're putting on an act."
"You want to use this method to lure us in and crush us!"
"Let me tell you, you're dreaming!"
Pfft!
Zhao Xiaohan could not hold it in and burst out laughing.
Seriously... damn it!
"Chu Xingyu, I'm truly impressed by you. If you can't comprehend the Sword Intent, just honestly admit that you're incapable. What's so hard about that? Who would laugh at you?"
"That Ancient Sword has hung here for a hundred years. Hardly anyone was able to comprehend the Sword Intent within it in the first place."
"But for the sake of your pride, you actually turned around and slandered Li Yun and me... Tsk, tsk. To be honest, that brain of yours really isn't suited for cultivating the Martial Dao. You should study literature instead. With your shamelessness and that belly full of twists and turns, maybe you could actually become a village chief someday!"
"Pah! Zhao Xiaohan, you are truly shameless beyond compare. I've already seen through your tricks, yet you still refuse to admit it. I think you're the one—"
"Brother Zhao... could you lend me that broadsword of yours?"
Before Chu Xingyu could finish, Li Yun suddenly turned to look at the broadsword in Zhao Xiaohan's hand, his face brimming with eager anticipation.
Zhao Xiaohan's expression stiffened at once, and a bad feeling suddenly rose in his heart.
Could Li Yun really have comprehended the Zhenyue Mountain Sword? Otherwise, why would he suddenly borrow a sword?
Seeing his words interrupted, Chu Xingyu shot