The Killing Game Is Set, Meeting Sima Lan Again

A gentle breeze brushed past, stirring the hems of Tantai Chuixue's and Chen Xiang's robes.

The two stood where they were with longswords in hand. Neither made the first move.

As peak sword cultivators, encountering an opponent who was likewise a top-tier sword cultivator was something they had yearned for beyond measure.

At this moment, they would decide not only victory and defeat, but life and death.

Not for the height of their realms, nor for the profundity of their Dao arts, but only to prove the sword in their hands.

For three thousand years, the two had simulated scenes of fighting one another in their minds at every moment.

And now, they were striving to defeat the opponent they had imagined.

As the saying went, know yourself and know your enemy, and you could win a hundred battles without defeat. If one could not even defeat the opponent in one's mind, how could one defeat the opponent in reality?

Somewhere on the Four Directions Continent.

Watching the Four Directions Grand Array gradually vanish overhead, Jian Fei's gaze was exceptionally calm.

Over these fifteen years, Jian Fei had suffered countless pursuits and assassinations.

Though this had long been commonplace for Jian Fei, who had been born in the streets, these fifteen years of experience had taught him one truth.

He was not as lacking as he had imagined.

Ever since meeting Chen Changsheng, Jian Fei had carried an inextricable sense of inferiority in his heart.

Xu Yao, Su You, Ye Feng, Sima Lan...

Every one of the people he had encountered was a true Heaven's Chosen. Even setting aside their innate gifts, their ability to learn and their talent were terrifying.

Though Chen Changsheng had repeatedly implied that he was no worse than anyone else,

Jian Fei had never