The old man drew his saber as well. He struck first, unleashing Cyclone Chain Saber straight at Wenlong.
He clearly intended to kill his opponent in a single move. A Golden Immortal himself, he showed none of the bearing befitting one.
Wenlong rolled more than a dozen times before holding off the assault, then forced the old man back with a single reverse sword strike.
The old man's heart began to pound with unease. This brat's simple reverse strike had carried sword qi and possessed tremendous power.
Now he dared not charge in recklessly. He remained constantly on guard against a counterattack, afraid his opponent might truly have some formidable moves.
Wenlong sneered inwardly. Old bastard, scared now, aren't you? My turn to show my might.
He pressed forward. Before one move had ended, he unleashed Sweep a Thousand Armies, sending a sword ray straight at the old man.
The old man scrambled and rolled in fright to evade the attack, then sprang up to counterattack Wenlong. His experience was extensive enough to seize even the smallest opening.
Wenlong repeatedly blocked with the Divine Sword. They traded blows, clashing several times in the blink of an eye.
The old man was deeply wary of Wenlong's sword dao, which had reached the pinnacle of perfection. Only by relying on his seasoned tactics and superior cultivation stage could he fight him to a draw.
Wenlong, meanwhile, grew fiercer and more confident as the battle went on. A Golden Immortal is nothing more than this. If I played all my trump cards, could I kill him?
Unexpectedly, the old man unleashed another move, Wind-Deflecting Chain Saber Techniques. It left Wenlong nowhere to dodge, forcing him to meet it head-on with his sword.
Wenlong swung several times, stubbornly holding off the assault. Just as