Lin Lang's remark about digging up ancestral graves sent Jian Zun and the others into a burning rage.
"Lin Lang, even if everyone calls you Number One Under Heaven, you cannot humiliate Sword-Casting City like this."
Jian Zun suddenly vanished before everyone's eyes, slashing his sword at... Bai Yu’er beside Lin Lang.
He knew perfectly well that he was no match for Lin Lang. But Lin Lang had come with Bai Yu’er. As long as he kept attacking her, Lin Lang would have no time to attack him, giving him a chance to wound Lin Lang.
Only then could he make Lin Lang wary enough not to run wild in Sword-Casting City.
Others could not see his movements clearly, but Lin Lang saw both Jian Zun's moves and their openings.
He gently pulled Bai Yu’er behind him and let Jian Zun attack furiously.
After a few exchanges, he shook his head slightly. "Jian Zun, I thought your Dragon-Riding Slash would be something formidable. All it amounts to is ghostlike speed."
This sort of sword technique actually suited Bai Yu’er well.
But in the sword technique that seemed incomparably swift to everyone else, Lin Lang had already spotted several openings.
Like the Evil-Warding Sword Technique, the Dragon-Riding Slash relied on speed to compensate for weaknesses in its moves. If the opponent had no time to exploit an opening, then there was no opening.
But Jian Zun's Dragon-Riding Slash was not fast enough.
Flamelike Sword Qi suddenly erupted from Jian Zun's Blazing Fire Sword. This move would surely force Lin Lang back and show him that, if Jian Zun fought desperately, he might not kill Lin Lang, but he could certainly kill Bai Yu’er.
For the sake of a beauty, Lin Lang would surely choose restraint and retreat, at least temporarily. Then