"I'll take you on."
Yun Ye's voice was quiet, but seething with fury, making his words come out in a rush. Holding a heavy saber, he walked into the plaza step by step, traces of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
"You defeated Yun Cheng with one sword strike. Qin Hao, you do have some ability. But I'm not Yun Cheng. You'd better use your full strength, or in three strikes..."
"You'll lose without a doubt."
Yun Ye spoke rapidly, staring coldly at Qin Hao.
"Someone who has mastered a Low-Rank Perfect Secret Art certainly has the right to say that." Qin Hao nodded, and the Heavenly Abyss Sword appeared naturally in his hand.
Yun Ye was no Yun Cheng. Yun Cheng had only mastered a few Top-Tier Peak Secret Arts, whereas Yun Ye had already mastered a Low-Rank Perfect Secret Art.
His strength surpassed Yun Cheng's by an untold margin. If Qin Hao still underestimated him, he might well lose.
"I thought you'd fight me barehanded." A flicker of mockery crossed Yun Ye's eyes. "You're a guest. So you can't say our Yun Family bullied you, we'll settle two things before we fight."
"Oh? What things?" Qin Hao looked at Yun Ye, finding him rather interesting. The man clearly had an explosive temper and could hardly wait to attack, yet he was forcing himself to hold back.
In fact, Qin Hao was not the only one watching Yun Ye's behavior. Yun Muzhou, Yun Xiao, and the others saw it too. They showed no impatience; instead, delight shone in their eyes.
As the Yun Family head and elders, they had no doubts about Yun Ye's talent. Even in the Heavenly Palace, he would qualify to become a Daoist Seed. But...
Yun Ye's flaw was equally obvious.
His temper was far