In the Battle Arena, Lu Ye brought out his Spirit Boat and rose into the air on his controlled artifact, stopping level with Zhuo Jianchen, several dozen zhang away.
Though he had climbed the rankings smoothly all this way, Lu Ye had never underestimated his opponents, especially when this one before him was very likely a Sword Cultivator!
The fact that his opponent ranked thirty-second undoubtedly meant he was quite capable.
Their eyes met. Zhuo Jianchen, burning with rage, demanded, "Lu Yiye, what excessive thing did you do to my junior sister?"
Lu Ye thought about it. He had chased Bai Lan all the way from forty-eighth to ninety-seventh on the Spirit Stream Rankings, and even extorted Core Fire worth four thousand Merit points from her. That did seem a tiny bit excessive?
But then again, that woman ought to be grateful he had not killed her. If he had not been in such a hurry to obtain the Core Fire, she would already have been dead.
Compared to one's life, what did a drop in the Spirit Stream Rankings or the loss of some possessions amount to?
His junior sister had been bullied, so her senior brother had come forward for her. That was understandable.
Lu Ye's silence undoubtedly made Zhuo Jianchen even more furious. His face turned somewhat green as he gritted his teeth. "Fine. Since you have nothing to say, then die!"
As his words fell, seven Flying Swords of varying lengths appeared beside Zhuo Jianchen, sword light blooming from their blades. The sound of tearing air rang out as the sword lights shot toward Lu Ye, arriving before him in an instant.
A Sword Cultivator's Flying Swords were incredibly fast and lethally powerful. That was the foundation that allowed Sword Cultivators to kill enemies above their