"Grandpa, I know I was wrong. Be careful, then."
Baili Qingfeng apologized solemnly.
"Come on. Back in the day, your Second Grandfather was nicknamed the Rushing Thunder Sword. The War-level experts who died beneath my... beneath General Melbourne's and my swords numbered at least eight, if not ten. Go ahead and attack."
Baili Changkong said this with a smile.
With his hands behind his back and his spine straight, he simply looked at Baili Qingfeng. He carried the bearing of a grandmaster, inspiring involuntary admiration.
And Baili Qingfeng...
Remembering how he had once thought Second Grandfather was fond of boasting and had a reputation that exceeded his ability, he felt guilty, but his confidence in him grew even stronger.
"Then... here I come!"
"Come. Throw a punch!"
Baili Changkong remained completely unruffled.
"Be careful."
Baili Qingfeng's expression turned serious. The next moment, he suddenly surged forward, taking a step that seemed to land on empty air. His Qi and Blood boiled, his spine shuddered, and his strength condensed. His entire body seemed to straighten into a divine sword, with the fist in his hand serving as its sharp edge.
His punch shot out like a divine sword leaving its sheath, its icy radiance fierce enough to pierce the void.
He was not someone who lacked a sense of proportion. Second Grandfather's health was so poor that even extreme joy or sorrow would send him to the hospital, and sparring with someone could even leave him with a strained waist. Thus, the force behind this punch had not yet reached fifty percent.
Even so, when the punch thrust out, the sharpness bursting from it still made one instinctively shrink back in fear.
"Good grandson!"
The previous second, Baili Changkong had still been standing with his hands behind his back, calm and