Yangxian City.
At the center of the drill ground.
When the Blade Emperor heard that Xu Taiping would yield the first strike to him, his smiling face abruptly turned ice-cold.
Just as Blade Ghost's had earlier.
Blade Emperor Yang Ben likewise regarded being offered the first strike as an insult.
Moreover, in Blade Emperor Yang Ben's eyes, the person offering it was merely a wet-behind-the-ears brat.
Then Blade Emperor Yang Ben raised his head to look at Xu Taiping and sneered:
"Little fellow, dare you repeat what you just said?"
As he spoke, the great snowy mountain formed from blade intent behind him once again began to tremble with a rumbling roar.
It seemed another blizzard was about to descend.
Xu Taiping, who had already relinquished control of this Origin Beginning Clone, heard Blade Emperor Yang Ben's words and transmitted somewhat helplessly to Blade Ghost:
"Senior Blade Ghost, why must you provoke him?"
Blade Ghost snorted and transmitted to Xu Taiping through his divine sense:
"Nothing much. I'm merely a little displeased with that title of Blade Emperor!"
Hearing this, Xu Taiping inwardly teased:
From your tone, that seems like rather more than a little displeasure.
Though he, too, was a blade cultivator, Xu Taiping found this sort of obsession among blade cultivators quite incomprehensible.
Just as he was thinking this, Blade Ghost, who had taken control of his Origin Beginning Clone, held his saber and cupped his hands toward Blade Emperor Yang Ben without yielding an inch, then grinned:
"This time, please strike first, Senior Blade Emperor!"
As he spoke, Blade Ghost deliberately emphasized "Blade Emperor," leaving Xu Taiping unsure whether to laugh or cry.
And those words undoubtedly enraged Blade Emperor Yang Ben completely.
Boom!
Almost the instant Blade Ghost finished speaking, the fluctuations of aura around the