With a swish, Dugu Yihe drew his treasured sword.
Lin Lang's gaze burned. This should be the Heavenly Sword, the treasured sword passed down through the Emei Sect, rumored to increase the strength of true qi.
Back then, Abbess Miejue's strength had been unremarkable, yet she could rely on the Heavenly Sword to fight opponents above her realm.
In the hands of the far stronger Dugu Yihe, this sword would surely unleash even more terrifying power.
Ximen Chuixue gripped his Black-Sheathed Long Sword. He could sense that Dugu Yihe was the strongest swordsman he had ever encountered, and that made him especially excited.
Unfortunately, he had already seen the swordplay of Dugu Yihe's disciples. Though Saber-and-Sword Double Kill was impressive, now that he knew its patterns, Dugu Yihe was certain to lose.
Just as he was about to strike, Lin Lang suddenly said, "Ximen Chuixue, how about leaving this opponent to me?"
Ximen Chuixue looked at Lin Lang. "He is a swordsman, the kind of supreme swordsman I've been waiting for. You aren't a swordsman, so he isn't suitable for you."
Lin Lang said, "Perhaps after fighting him, I'll be interested in spending more time practicing the sword? At most, he can be your opponent now, but I could be your opponent in the future."
Ximen Chuixue paused. "All right. If you lose, I'll step in."
A life without opponents would surely be lonely.
Lin Lang was much younger than Dugu Yihe and extraordinarily gifted. If witnessing the subtleties of swordplay this time truly turned him into a swordsman, Ximen Chuixue would no longer be lonely in the future.
Lin Lang said, "..."
Talking like that made it easy for Ximen Chuixue to end up friendless.
Dugu Yihe was furious. As an expert renowned in the Jianghu for many years,