The Sons of Glory had surrounded the area. Within their layered encirclement, only Li Shaobai, Xiao Wu clinging to him, and Bi Shuo remained in a standoff.
"The sword in my hand?"
Hearing Li Shaobai's question, Bi Shuo instinctively glanced at the sword in his hand.
"This sword was given to me by the person who saved my life. I've carried it with me for over twenty years."
"..."
Li Shaobai fell silent. He did not know how to explain it. Surely he could not simply blurt out that there was something wrong with the sword in Bi Shuo's hand?
"Draw your sword. If you can win this unfair battle, I can authorize your departure."
Seeing that Li Shaobai said nothing, Bi Shuo hesitated no longer.
"At this point, words alone can no longer settle things."
After this battle, regardless of who wins, I will correct the mistakes my older sister has made.
Bi Shuo told himself this, then struck first, driving his sword toward Li Shaobai.
Li Shaobai did not back down either. Sweeping aside all distracting thoughts, he decisively met the attack.
Clang!
Sword shadows danced. By tacit agreement, neither used Soul Power or Soul Skills, competing purely with their physiques and swordsmanship.
Bi Shuo's swordsmanship resembled the dance steps of an elegant noble, nimble and graceful.
Li Shaobai's Green Lotus Sword Technique was flowing and agile, his body as light as a swallow, moving as his heart willed.
Bi Shuo's Martial Soul was not a sword, yet his swordsmanship actually allowed him to trade blows evenly with Li Shaobai, who specialized in the sword.
But just as Bi Shuo had said, this was not a fair battle.
Outside the fight, the Sons of Glory under Bi Shuo's command and the two Titled Douluos placed tremendous pressure on