Xie Xiaoyu curled up in He Heng's arms, trembling from time to time. Her body gradually softened, like a pool of water.
She seemed to open her eyes hazily. They were clouded with mist, reflecting He Heng's face. One hand wound around his neck, while the other rested at his waist. In a faint voice, she said, "Uncle, you're only a few years older than me. How can your martial arts be so formidable that you could even defeat my father?"
That's because I'm actually an old monster with the mental age of someone over a hundred... He Heng thought blandly. His expression remained unchanged as he tenderly held the beauty in his arms, feeling her bonelessly soft body, her skin smooth as silk, her intoxicating youthful fragrance, and...
His own eyes seemed to grow hazy.
He spoke gently. "Xiaoyu, you give me too much credit. My martial arts aren't much better than Brother Xie's. His swordsmanship is truly Invincible Under Heaven. My Longevity Sword can't compare."
Indeed, in terms of swordsmanship, Xie Xiaofeng was a little more accomplished than He Heng. There was no denying it.
But in terms of martial arts realm and cultivation, He Heng had surpassed Xie Xiaofeng.
In an actual fight, He Heng was confident he could defeat him within two hundred moves.
After all, Xie Xiaofeng's thumb had been severed. At Xie Xiaofeng's level, anything in the world could serve as a sword, but how could he wield another object as effectively as a real sword in his hand?
In a Life and Death Battle, he was nowhere near He Heng's equal.
Although that was the truth, He Heng couldn't very well say so outright. He was a very modest man, after all.
Xie Xiaoyu's own martial arts were no weak thing, so she