From a great distance away, Xu Zimo spotted her.
But he paid her no heed and simply stepped through the air ahead.
With a sharp clang, sword song rang out all around.
An immensely powerful sword intent crashed down a meter before Xu Zimo like a raging flood.
A thunderous explosion followed.
The sky itself seemed to be torn apart, and a fleeting heavenly chasm appeared ahead.
Blocking Xu Zimo's departing figure.
Xu Zimo raised his head and looked at her.
"Fight me," the woman said, proudly thrusting out her chest.
"Not interested. Are we that familiar?" Xu Zimo replied.
"Shouldn't the strong test themselves against stronger opponents, climbing straight up into the blue clouds until they become even stronger?"
This woman was none other than Ji Ruobing.
Her gaze burned as she looked at Xu Zimo. "The way you're acting is rather cowardly, isn't it?"
"I just think you're too weak," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head with a silent laugh.
"I'm afraid I might beat you to death, and then your Slaughter Immortal Sect will come bother me.
I hate trouble more than anything."
"Don't worry. The sect will not interfere in my affairs,"
Ji Ruobing said indifferently.
"Fight me. If you win, I can unconditionally agree to one request of yours.
And if I win, I won't require you to give up anything.
What do you say?"
"You're that confident?" Xu Zimo asked with a faint smile.
From the way she acted, it seemed she would not rest until she had fought him.
Moreover, she was deeply confident in her own strength—confident to the point of arrogance—to dare say such things.
"This is how I, Ji Ruobing, do things.
Do you dare? I won't make you sign a life-and-death pact. An ordinary spar will do.
Of course,