A battle with Sword Saint: I can fight my own, but outsiders cannot; accepting your invitation

"Sword Saint of the Sword God Palace..."

Chu Kuangren looked at Sword Saint before him. "I have indeed heard of you. Judging by your sword intent, you are indeed a little better than that useless Sword God Palace Master."

The Sword God Palace had no friendly ties with him.

Their grievances ran deep.

Chu Kuangren dispensed with courtesy and opened with a direct jab.

At his words, a trace of coldness entered Sword Saint's eyes.

"Chu Kuangren, I have heard quite a few things about you too. Sword Devil of my Sword God Palace died at your hands. Did you know that his aptitude in the sword Dao rivaled mine? He might have reached my heights someday."

Sword Saint's voice was icy.

Since producing Sword Saint, the Sword God Palace had produced no other Monarch worthy of praise. They had finally produced Sword Devil, someone who might repeat his legend, only for Chu Kuangren to kill him in the end.

Naturally, Sword Saint held no goodwill toward Chu Kuangren.

"Sword Devil... you mean that fellow I cut down with one strike? Your judgment isn't very good. Or are you just as useless as he was?"

"Insolent fool!"

Sword Saint's gaze turned cold, and a streak of sword qi shot from his eyes.

His gaze became a sword, its sword qi surging to the heavens!

Chu Kuangren remained motionless as sword qi emerged of its own accord.

Boom!

Space shuddered as the two streaks of sword qi intertwined and dispersed!

"For the sake of our shared Human Race, I advise you to turn around and leave while you still can," Chu Kuangren said calmly, standing with his hands behind his back.

"I would like to see the strength of the foremost swordsman of this age!"

Sword Saint did not retreat in