Jian Wuchen's eyes shifted, and an idea came to him.
He stopped paying attention to Yang Lingtian and turned his gaze back to Yang Dingtian.
A trace of contempt appeared on his face. "Your strength is indeed not bad."
"To receive my sword head-on while in the Late Divine Lord Realm, and even snap my sword in two—you really did make me underestimate you."
He praised Yang Dingtian first, then abruptly changed his tone.
"However, that sword of mine just now was only a casual strike. I didn't even use thirty percent of my strength."
"Although you happened to gain a small advantage, you needn't get too carried away."
"I can see that you just broke through to the Late Divine Lord Realm. Your foundation is unstable, and your aura is weak and adrift."
"You must have taken some shortcut. You possess the realm, but not the corresponding combat strength."
His words seemed to be an evaluation, but in truth they were filled with belittlement and disdain.
Yang Dingtian frowned when he heard this and was just about to retort.
But Jian Wuchen gave him no chance and continued, "I, Jian Wuchen, have always cherished talent. Seeing that you have potential, I can't bear to watch you be buried like this."
He wore an expression that seemed to say, "I'm doing this for your own good," and carried himself with immense superiority.
"How about this? Today, as the Young Sect Master of the Nine Star Sword Sect, I'll give you an opportunity."
"I'll personally come down and 'instruct' you, so you can see for yourself."
"What true swordsmanship is, and what a true genius is!"
He had actually taken the initiative to challenge Yang Dingtian, and even given it the grand name of "instruction"!
This was shamelessness taken to the