His voice was calm, neither warm nor cold, as though he were asking a passing stranger.
"Bold!"
The youth was only briefly stunned before his expression changed completely. This mountain was his territory—how could he allow others to set foot here? He shouted, "Don't you know this is my territory?"
Wang Xian shook his head indifferently. With a wave of his hand, he put away the ancient zither before him and coldly rebuked, "Insolence!"
The ancient zither vanished into thin air as if it had never existed. He remained seated without moving, yet his bearing made others afraid to underestimate him.
The youth flew into a rage. With a flick of his hand, a longsword appeared, and he slashed out directly.
In an instant, a streak of sword qi crossed the air toward Wang Xian.
Though that sword qi was still immature, it already possessed a measure of sharpness. Clearly, he was no ordinary child. Amid the flashing sword light, the strike had already reached within three feet of Wang Xian.
Wang Xian sighed and flicked his sleeve...
The youth's sword froze in midair, as if gripped by an invisible hand, then shot back the way it had come!
With a hum.
The longsword in the youth's hand stopped abruptly and instantly dimmed. The blade reversed, having lost all its former momentum!
That cold sword qi was broken by Wang Xian in the blink of an eye.
The youth cried out, and the longsword flew from his hand into the air.
Before the old man could make a move, it shot dozens of yards away with a whoosh, heading toward the mountain ravine. Its gleam traced an arc through the air like a startled bird in flight.
It vanished into thin air in an instant.
On the branches of an