"Damn it, you're only at the First Layer of the Void Refinement Realm, and you dare threaten me?"
The blue-robed man flew into a rage when Chen Changming dared threaten him.
His face turned livid, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He was a sword cultivator at the Third Layer of the Void Refinement Realm, with formidable combat strength. Ordinary cultivators at the same level were no match for him.
Yet this young man, who was only at the First Layer of the Void Refinement Realm, dared spout such boasts to his face. It was an outright insult.
His fingers twitched inside his sleeve. The Flying Sword above his head rang out with a clear cry and hurtled toward Chen Changming like an enraged beast.
In midair, the Flying Sword split into dozens of sword lights. They closed in from every direction like a net without a single gap, each bearing a razor-sharp edge that sliced the air with a piercing shriek.
Where the sword lights passed, thin shavings of ice were sheared from the cave walls and fluttered down.
"You overestimate yourself."
Chen Changming gave a cool smile, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
Golden light flashed between his brows, and a golden Flying Sword shot out.
The Geng-Gold Sword was golden from hilt to tip, fine currents of geng-gold energy coursing along its blade. Like a golden flood dragon roused from sleep, it met the sky full of sword lights with force enough to crush dry weeds and snap rotten wood.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sword lights shattered across the sky. The golden Flying Sword surged forth like a flood dragon breaking from the sea and smashed through the blue-robed man's attack.
Before the Geng-Gold Sword, those silver sword lights were as fragile as thin