They're Not Playing Fair

"Finally, you came."

When that shout arrived alongside the ringing of a sword, Lu Chong knew that the one he had waited so long for was Elder Chu Zun.

That old bastard was truly patient. He had held out for over three months before finally showing himself, launching a sudden attack only when Lu Chong appeared to be injured.

He's grown old and sly, with not a shred of martial virtue, Lu Chong thought.

Still, facing the furious Elder Chu Zun, Lu Chong did not dare let down his guard in the slightest.

Elder Chu Zun was only a little weaker than Elder Changming, and having lived for so long, who knew what special methods he might possess?

The flying sword swept through the sky, one hundred and twelve dark-gold mystic inscription patterns gleaming upon it, proving that Elder Chu Zun's Azure Edge Dao Art had reached the peak of the seventh mystic inscription realm.

Moreover, even against an injured junior like Lu Chong, who had broken through to the Dao Profound Realm less than forty years ago, he still went all out.

The moment he attacked, he used the full force of a lion hunting a rabbit, his killing intent laid bare, leaving Lu Chong no chance to escape by luck.

"Old bastard, you're ruthless enough."

Lu Chong turned around. As the thirty-foot giant sword was about to descend, he finally stopped concealing his aura.

His previously listless aura suddenly returned to its peak at that moment, revealing a cultivation of the fifth level of the Dao Profound Realm.

His Dragon Roar Sword let out an earth-shaking dragon's roar, shooting from his side straight into the clouds as it charged toward the giant sword.

Every inscription on the Dragon Roar Sword lit up at that moment, reaching the level