Qinglü, High Cultivator looked at the young man before her, her tone certain. "If you faced Nie Nanfu, you would have the strength to fight him."
Liu Yunche's eyes flashed. He could not help asking, "Master, if I fought Nie Nanfu, who would win?"
Qinglü, High Cultivator considered for a moment, then gave her judgment softly:
"That Nie boy was born with an Innate Sword Bone. His Sword Intent has a spirit of its own, and his talent is extraordinary. Few at his level can match him."
"Your foundations are much the same. Given the Nie Household's resources, that boy has surely developed Golden Muscle."
"But he focuses on the Sword Dao, while you possess extraordinary speed."
"If it were an ordinary sparring match that stopped short of injury, I would give you four chances in ten and him six. His deep Sword Intent gives him the advantage."
"But in a fight to the death, I would give you six and him four."
"After all, if you truly wanted to leave, he could not stop you."
Liu Yunche gave a helpless smile. He had not expected Nie Nanfu to have developed Golden Muscle too. Sure enough, he could not underestimate the heroes beneath heaven.
The pride that had swelled in him after becoming the disciple of a mighty Spirit Cultivator and developing Golden Muscle gradually subsided.
Without warning, Qinglü, High Cultivator flicked a finger. A streak of spiritual light shot out and struck Liu Yunche.
She did not stop there. At a thought, countless streaks of spiritual light sprang forth like fine rain, pelting Liu Yunche in a dense barrage.
The sound of metal striking stone rang out across the lonely peak, sharp and forceful.
The spiritual light passed through his white clothes and struck his body directly, leaving the