Boom!
A vast, crushing pressure of spiritual power erupted outright, whipping up howling currents of air that swept in every direction. The silver ribbon binding his long hair fell loose as well.
"Lin Changsheng, ever since I lost to you in the last Immortal Sect Grand Competition, there has not been a single moment when I haven't thought of you!" Yue Zhongfeng's eyes burned brightly.
His long hair danced wildly in the roaring gale, while two utterly different voices—one low and one clear—interwove and echoed heavily through the air.
Lin Changsheng: (_)...
Just say outright that you wanted to win back your face, would you? Could you not make it sound so ambiguous?!
Ever since Lin Changsheng defeated this extremist in the previous Immortal Sect Grand Competition, the guy had pestered him every day, demanding another match.
At first, Lin Changsheng had gladly accepted the challenge.
He was a dignified sword cultivator—why should he fear anyone's challenge?!
For three matches in a row, he defeated Yue Zhongfeng through sheer, overwhelming strength.
Only then did this extremist finally recognize the gap between them. He stopped pestering Lin Changsheng and returned to his sect to cultivate.
Yet every so often, he would come back to challenge him again. It could only be said that he was remarkably persistent...
It was during this process that things gradually started to go wrong.
As the leading figure of this generation of the Sword Sect's Lin Family, as well as the first-place winner in the Spirit Transformation division of the Immortal Sect Grand Competition, Lin Changsheng had been quite popular. He had no shortage of little fangirls, either...
Ahem!
In any case, the Immortal Sect Grand Competition had only just ended at the time, and his popularity was still at its peak.
So, as his clashes