Water Yuanzi's words immediately changed the old man's expression. His face turned cold, his gaze dark as water as he glared at Water Yuanzi, and he asked icily, "Fellow Daoist, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Don't tell me you think that just because this old man is easygoing, you can bully Wenjian Cliff?"
Water Yuanzi sneered and said calmly, "That's right. This is exactly what I intend to do. What are you going to do about it? As for whether Wenjian Cliff is easy to bully... Heh, I really would like to find out!"
Seeing that there was no room to turn things around, the old man laughed in fury.
"Fine, fine! Wenjian Cliff is a sacred land that has endured for a million years without falling. Who would have thought we'd be bullied to this extent! Since it's come to this, I'd like to see what you can do, Your Excellency. Hmph!"
The old man gave a heavy snort. His gaze was chilling, his voice ice-cold. It was as though a frigid wind had swept past, plunging the whole world into the depths of winter and filling it with bone-deep cold!
Water Yuanzi, however, didn't care in the slightest. He said disdainfully, "There's no point in saying more. Let's fight!"
"As you wish!"
The old man said nothing more. He raised a hand and summoned his sword with a cold gesture.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, dazzling swordlight blazed, and a Flying Sword brilliant as the stars appeared in his hand.
Without another word, he raised his hand and slashed down.
Seeing this, Water Yuanzi gave a soft snort and likewise summoned a Flying Sword. He immediately began to fight the old man.
For a time, the two fought with such force that heaven and earth seemed