The great hall at Blackwood Cliff.
Ren Woxing's expression was extremely grim.
Only when he saw Lin Lang enter did his expression ease slightly. "Well? Did you gain anything from these two days in seclusion?"
Lin Lang nodded. "Not bad. I've improved a little. I heard Feng Qingyang of Mount Hua sent someone with a written challenge?"
Ren Woxing sighed and handed Lin Lang the letter clenched in his hand.
The moment Lin Lang unfolded it, he felt as though someone were thrusting a sword at him.
He hurriedly circulated the Reverse Sunflower Manual before his mind finally steadied.
"What terrifying sword intent. Just looking at his handwriting nearly injured my mind!"
If this sword intent wounded him, he feared he might never break through to the Great Grandmaster realm.
[The Sun Moon Demon Cult has perpetrated evil throughout Jianghu, slaughtering many members of our Five Mountains Sword Sects and the righteous martial community, incurring the wrath of gods and men alike. I, Feng, am willing to administer justice on Heaven's behalf and experience the demon cult's Star-Sucking Great Skill. On the eighth day of the ninth month, atop Taihang, we shall decide not only superiority, but life and death!]
"Indeed. Feng Qingyang's sword intent is incomparably sharp. His swordsmanship must have reached perfection." Ren Woxing had nearly suffered for it earlier as well. Fortunately, his resolve was firm, and he had experienced a Great Grandmaster's strength before, so his injuries had not worsened.
But he had not the slightest confidence in defeating such a powerful Feng Qingyang alone.
Although his injuries would be more or less healed by the eighth day of the ninth month, the sword intent in this letter showed that Feng Qingyang was certainly no weaker than Dongfang Bubai.
"Father, just because he issued a challenge