Nangong Hongye's sneer never faded as he retorted, "So what?"
Bi Fan's pale face managed a faint smile. "That's enough, isn't it? I've already managed to stir up your old injuries. Looks like Xuan Chen hurt you pretty badly that day!"
His expression changed. "How did you know I had old injuries?"
"Heh..." Bi Fan smiled faintly. "You can chalk it up to me being clever."
"Don't flatter yourself!" he sneered. "You were just relying on that beast being yours, along with your decent Soul Power, weren't you?"
"Think whatever you like." Bi Fan coughed again and smiled. "But you have to admit, you're in worse shape now than you were before fighting me, aren't you?"
"So what?" He sneered. "Why don't you take a look at yourself? You look half dead. How much longer can you hold on?"
"I'm really curious. Why haven't your brothers surrendered on your behalf yet? Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you, this so-called External Clan Elder?"
Bi Fan gazed at the blue sky above and smiled faintly. He knew Ling Xiaoxiao must have decided they would hold out and refuse to surrender.
That little girl understood him. If he truly had no chance, how could he have dared to let himself fight the final battle?
Just then, he heard a long sword being drawn from its sheath. He turned his head and saw Nangong Hongye sneering as he pulled out the sword in his hand.
The sword had a peculiar shape, like a heavy ruler. It had no gleaming edge or mirror-smooth surface. It looked blunt, tipless, and harmless.
But Bi Fan recognized it at a glance: the famed mid-grade spirit treasure, the Edge-less Sword.
"Edge-less" meant it had no sharpened blade. But this sword needed no edge to unleash its