The Same Old Trick

"That old man was incredible. With a casual strike, he actually sent Sword Saint Ao Wushuang flying."

"Could he be a peak Great Saint powerhouse?"

"Even a peak Great Saint wouldn't be this formidable. He must be a Quasi-Emperor."

The surrounding cultivators discussed heatedly, all of them utterly shocked.

"Grandfather!" Ao Shuiyao flew down and hurriedly helped Ao Wushuang up from the ground.

"Let go of me! I'm going to settle the score with him. Damn it, he actually ambushed me. If you've got the guts, take one strike from my sword!" Ao Wushuang shoved Ao Shuiyao away and glared furiously at Xiao Yun across from him.

He felt that he had been careless just now. After all, the physical body was not his specialty; the sword was.

If he had drawn his sword just now, then even a peak Great Saint could not have sent him flying so easily.

"Fine. Draw your sword, then. Let me see how much you've improved over the years."

With his hands clasped behind his back, Xiao Yun looked disdainfully at Ao Wushuang and snorted.

Ao Wushuang was infuriated. Without another word, he began gathering sword momentum, and a vast sword intent shot into the heavens.

Damn it!

Xiao Yun's face immediately darkened.

This bastard had actually turned the tables and ambushed him with the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Form. He was copying the trick Xiao Yun had once used to ambush Jun Xiaoyao.

Back then, Jun Xiaoyao had been showing off at Myriad Swords Manor, only for Xiao Yun to ambush him with the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Form.

Ao Wushuang had been there at the time. He actually still remembered it after all these years and had even thought to use it against him.

Xiao Yun was speechless.

"Old man, you said it yourself. I refuse