In the bamboo grove, the Sword King slowly walked over, his gaze calm.
When they were about thirty paces apart, he stopped. His clear eyes fixed on Ye Chen, but he said nothing.
Ye Chen said nothing either. At this moment, the Sword King was the Sword King, yet not the Sword King. He should have been a Spiritual Thought-form copied by the Hall Spirit, without thoughts, possessing only instinct.
Thud!
Thud!
Almost simultaneously, two iron swords fell from the sky, embedding themselves beside Ye Chen's and the Sword King's feet. Their blades sank half a foot into the earth, while their hilts continued to tremble.
"Ye Chen, if you can defeat the Sword King, I don't mind telling you the true cultivation method of the Life and Death Realm. If you cannot, then I can only teach you once you become stronger."
The Hall Spirit sat on a stone chair, swinging his little feet.
The Sword King and Ye Chen each drew an iron sword and quietly watched the other. Neither struck first, as if observing every detail of the other's movements and waiting for the right moment to attack.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a wild gust swept through, rolling up countless bamboo leaves from the ground. Each leaf resembled a flying sword.
Ring! Ring!
The sound of swords ringing arose. The two shot toward each other like lightning, their iron swords slashing out.
So fast!
Ye Chen felt that his movement speed was more than twice as fast as usual, and his sword speed was also more than twice as fast. Combined, that amounted to nearly a threefold difference. No wonder the Hall Spirit had said that there was not even time here to prepare a killing move. A slight delay would mean death at the opponent's hands,