"Chen Hao, you had better think this through. Once This Old Man makes a move, I will show no mercy, even if you are A Meng's disciple."
Nie Chen spoke coldly.
"Though my honored master has never acknowledged me as his disciple, you are not even worthy of mentioning his name."
Chen Hao looked at Nie Chen with disgust.
At those words, Nie Chen's face suddenly turned cold.
The temperature around him dropped with it.
Crack, crack, crack...
With Nie Chen at its center, the thick snow on the ground froze into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this, the surrounding cultivators retreated.
In the blink of an eye, only Chen Hao, a disciple of the Pure Yang Sword Sect, and Nie Chen, an elder of Yellow Maple Valley, remained in the clearing before Heavenly Sound Hall.
Swish!
Facing Nie Chen's chill breath, which had already covered the entire clearing before the hall, Chen Hao merely raised his sword and slashed in front of him.
With a boom, a transparent wall formed from sword qi cut off the chill breath released by Elder Nie Chen.
At the same time, a sword intent filled with resilience spread from Chen Hao.
This was the Pine and Bamboo Sword Intent he had gained through One Jiazi of sword practice in the Pure Yang Sword Sect's Pine and Bamboo Grove.
"Worthy indeed of being universally acknowledged as the most resilient sword among the younger generation of sword cultivators."
With both hands tucked into his sleeves, Nie Chen paced as he spoke, his eyes fixed on Chen Hao.
Even though he was at Spirit Refining, he dared not be careless against a sword cultivator.
What was more, Chen Hao had a master named A Meng.
"Being praised by you does not