"Why waste any more breath? Take this!" Linghu Chong had no patience to continue talking. With a forceful push of his foot, he thrust his sword toward Song Qingshu. The blade let out a dragon-like cry, and its sword qi seemed to merge with the moonlight, enveloping an area roughly ten feet around Song Qingshu.
Given Linghu Chong's nature, he would never normally seize the initiative and attack first like this. But he knew Song Qingshu's martial arts were unfathomable, so he did not dare be careless in the slightest.
Of course, he had always been open and forthright. Even when attacking first, he announced it beforehand and did not resort to a sneak attack.
Had there been a third person watching, they would have been shocked to discover that Linghu Chong seemed to split into several figures in an instant—now in front, now behind, now above, now below. His sword tip flickered unpredictably as it drew ever closer to Song Qingshu along an immensely profound trajectory.
"The Nine Swords of Dugu truly live up to their reputation." Song Qingshu clicked his tongue in admiration, finally moving. He merely took a light step forward, and the dazzling sword shadows filling the sky vanished without a trace. The courtyard immediately fell into an eerie silence.
Looking at the sword tip firmly caught between the other man's two fingers, Linghu Chong's face flushed crimson.
"How is this possible?!"
This was the only thought in his mind. The most dangerous battle he had ever faced was when he and Ren Woxing had fought Dongfang Bubai. Back then, Dongfang Bubai could kill a top expert the moment he moved. Yet even at that terrifying speed, Linghu Chong had still been able to counterattack. Relying on the subtleties of the Nine Swords of Dugu, along