"Who are you, of the Qingxiao Sect?"
The four-armed old man faced Shen Yue and asked. His voice was hoarse and ancient, as if it had traveled through the ages to reach the present.
Shen Yue countered, "Who are you? I'm not asking about your ghostly identity. In life, you must have been an accomplished swordsman."
The four-armed old man replied, "This old man came from the Northern Court. I was once the Sword God of the Northern Court. I offended the powerful, fled across the border, and eventually met this fate. Though I may look ugly, my swordsmanship and sword intent are even greater than they were in life. Would you like to try your hand against me?"
Hearing the other man call himself the Sword God, Shen Yue's gaze shifted. He said no more and charged straight at the four-armed old man.
As he advanced, Shen Yue's sword intent erupted, and his speed suddenly surged.
The four-armed old man leaped up to meet him in midair. Man and ghost unleashed their own fierce sword techniques. Their moves came so fast they dazzled the eye, while Sword Qi and ghostly energy swept in every direction, smashing rooftops, piercing courtyard walls, and cleaving through the snow.
For a time, neither side could gain the upper hand.
The four-armed old man was enraged. How could he lose to a swordsman whose cultivation was lower than his own?
Wouldn't that mean his swordsmanship was inferior?
The four-armed old man crashed to the ground and flung all four arms wide. Violent Sword Qi swept across the earth like a gale whipping up snow, forcing Shen Yue in the air to raise his sword and block. Even so, the fierce Sword Qi drove him back, tearing his right sleeve apart in an instant and