Gift of a Sword

Lei Zhan was completely dumbfounded.

You had been watching me ever since I was wearing open-crotch pants?

Do you have some kind of perverted fetish?

You even saw me pissing into the wind?

Fuck, you really are an old pervert!

Wait, wouldn't pissing into the wind get it all over yourself?

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To be honest, Lei Zhan had truly been bluffed by Xiao Yun.

After all, Xiao Yun looked extremely old, and his cultivation appeared to be only at the Half-Saint realm, but Lei Zhan did not believe that was Xiao Yun's true cultivation.

How could an old senior capable of refining an Emperor Sword possess so little cultivation?

Moreover, this Half-Saint Xiao Yun gave him the feeling of a peak Great Saint expert. He could even sense a dangerous aura from him.

Without a doubt, this old fellow before him was an ancient monster who had lived for countless years. His cultivation was unfathomable, not merely at the apparent "Half-Saint" realm.

"Dugu Invincible?"

Lei Zhan looked at Xiao Yun across from him, his expression turning solemn. An old monster who had lived for many years was already unfathomable enough; now that he possessed an Emperor Sword, his strength was even more terrifying.

"Why have I never heard that name?"

Lei Zhan looked at Xiao Yun suspiciously and said, "Shouldn't the strongest member of your Dugu Clan be Dugu Sheng?"

"That little Sheng you mentioned is several generations younger than me. As for why you do not know me, that is perfectly normal."

Xiao Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his white hair drifting in the wind. Wearing the air of an old senior of the cultivation world, his eyes brimmed with the dust of ages as he said unhurriedly, "Looking across the cultivation world, only the War