Looking at the plainly dressed Li Chengyu before him, Long Aotian still chose to stall for time.
"Since you were born of a concubine, you should hate the aristocratic clans even more."
"Why have you come to stop me now?"
Faced with Long Aotian's stalling, Li Chengyu smiled faintly. "Because you came too late!"
"If you had come a few hundred years earlier, perhaps I would have stood with you."
"But after all these years of hard work, I now possess everything I once wanted."
"Now that you want to overthrow the aristocratic clans, you are naturally also overturning all my efforts."
Upon receiving that answer, Long Aotian nodded slightly.
"I understand what you mean, but even if..."
Whoosh!
Before he could finish speaking, a flash of sword light swept past.
The clash of metal rang out alongside a burst of sparks, and Li Chengyu was no longer where he had been.
"Ding~"
He flicked the sword body with his index finger, and a drop of blood slowly fell to the ground.
Looking at the mirror-smooth sword body, Li Chengyu said calmly, "As expected of a prodigy of the Chang Sheng Epoch. Even with most of your cultivation sealed, you could still block that sword strike of mine. Impressive."
"Pant, pant, pant~"
Unlike Li Chengyu's casual composure, Long Aotian's chest was heaving rapidly.
Long Aotian had not seen that sword strike clearly at all.
If his instincts had not warned him, he would likely have already been separated from head to body.
Rustle~
Azure Dragon Scales began spreading from his arms. The scales that had originally covered only his arms instantly enveloped his entire body.
But upon closer inspection, one would find a deep, thin sword mark on both of Long Aotian's arms.
That sword mark had not only sliced