"Clang-!!!"
A piercing, resonant dragon's cry, seemingly from the primordial past, suddenly rang out across the battlefield!
The Crimson Firmament Sword in Yue Xiaofei's hand seemed to come alive at that moment!
Red light blazed along its blade. Fine patterns resembling dragon scales lit up, radiating scorching heat and regal majesty!
"What a fine sword!"
For the first time, a trace of burning desire appeared in the normally unruffled eyes of the Sword God, Miyamoto Yuichiro!
As a swordsman, he could clearly sense the terrifying sword intent within Yue Xiaofei's blade-the supreme authority of a ruler who stood above all!
That was no mortal weapon. It was an emperor's sword!
"A divine weapon like that is utterly wasted in the hands of a reckless fool like you!"
Miyamoto Yuichiro's voice dripped with undisguised greed. "Hand it over, and I can leave your corpse intact!"
"You sure talk a lot, you old bastard!"
Yue Xiaofei sneered, battle lust blazing in his eyes!
"You want my sword? Then pay for it with your life!"
Before his words had faded, he moved!
Rather than defending passively, he took the initiative!
He stepped forward, and the ground cracked!
Like a bolt of red lightning, Yue Xiaofei crossed dozens of meters in an instant and appeared before Miyamoto Yuichiro!
"Come on, then!"
Far from being alarmed, Miyamoto Yuichiro laughed in delight, drawing the katana at his waist!
"Humm-"
The blade sang with a clear, cold note, like autumn waters and an icy spring.
His strikes were blindingly fast!
There were no flashy techniques, only the simplest, most direct movements-cleaving, chopping, thrusting, and sweeping upward!
Every strike embodied his lifelong understanding of swordsmanship, stripped back to its essence, with supreme skill that needed no ornament!
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
In an instant, the two had