"Blood Saber Sect Master, I'm afraid you're exaggerating. Was that young man Xiao Feng or Zhang Wuji?" Hong Antong chuckled, clearly unconvinced.
Yuan Chengzhi smiled faintly to himself. Over the past few years, he had fused the martial arts of Mount Hua Sect, Golden Snake Lord, and Iron Sword Sect into a style of his own. Though he did not claim to be Number One Under Heaven, he believed himself inferior to no one.
"If Cult Master Hong believes his martial arts surpass mine, he may step forward and offer me some instruction." Blood Saber Ancestor narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on the Blood Saber.
Hong Antong's white hair stirred without wind. Smiling faintly, he vanished from where he stood, his fist already striking at a vital point on Blood Saber Ancestor's chest. Though startled by his speed, Blood Saber Ancestor was vastly experienced and had long been prepared. He swept his saber upward at once.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than a dozen moves. Hong Antong's mastery of martial arts was originally slightly higher than Blood Saber Ancestor's, yet once they truly fought, they could only battle to a draw. He felt utterly frustrated.
Seeing that the two had fought enough, Sang Jie hurriedly leaped into the arena. His hands formed several insubstantial seals, instantly separating them.
"Hmph!" Hong Antong grunted, then turned and sat down. "The Great Tantric Hand Seal truly lives up to its reputation."
Blood Saber Ancestor sheathed his Blood Saber at his waist and slowly sat down as well.
Yuan Chengzhi was inwardly alarmed. He thought that against any one of the three, he should be certain of victory. Against two working together, he could at most maintain a draw. If all three attacked at once, he would