This Sword Surpasses Even the Six Meridian Divine Sword. Do You Want to See It?
"Just the two of you?"
Lin Xuan spoke those four simple words lightly, yet they exploded over Tianlong Temple like a clap of thunder.
The wind whipped his white robes. Though surrounded by two supreme experts, he carried an indescribable ease and grace.
It was the heroic bearing of someone whose expression would not change even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, the supreme dominance of one who regarded all the heroes under heaven as mere grass.
Yet while others heard towering boldness in those words, Yichen and the Golden Wheel Dharma King heard nothing but naked humiliation!
Who were they?
One was the resurrected inner demon within the body of the Southern Emperor, one of the Five Greats of the age, wielding the supreme arts of the Dali Duan Clan;
The other was the Mongolian Esoteric Sect's Dharma King and protector of the state, whose Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill had reached the tenth level—an achievement rare throughout all ages—and whose strength could uproot mountains and lift cauldrons.
Looking across the world, either of them alone was a grandmaster capable of founding a sect and shaking the martial world. If these two cast aside a grandmaster's pride and joined forces against an enemy, who in this world would dare claim they could win?
Perhaps aside from the reclusive True Man Zhang Sanfeng on Mount Wudang, there was no second person in the world who would dare face such a death trap.
Yet now, a young man was pointing at their noses and asking: Just the two of you?
"Arrogant! Utterly arrogant!"
Yichen was the first to lose his restraint. Veins bulged across his twisted face. As an inner demon, he was already more obsessive and irascible