Before meeting Huang Xiao, Yang Hengchang had thought Feng Xiaofeng's strength should be sufficient. But now that he had actually met Huang Xiao, he knew Feng Xiaofeng was not as strong as him.
Even if Feng Xiaofeng was brimming with confidence, that could not make up for the gap in strength.
As a Void Martial Realm expert, he could at least discern that much.
That was precisely why he wanted to avoid this match. Once he returned, he would immediately report Huang Xiao's true strength to his superiors. Among the Sword Pavilion's younger generation, he believed only Sword God Yi could defeat Huang Xiao.
"What? Are you afraid, Elder Yang?" Huang Xiao stared provocatively at Yang Hengchang. "Oh, I see. The strongest of your Sword Pavilion's younger generation should be Sword God Yi, but the one here now is Feng Xiaofeng."
"Brat, even I, Feng Xiaofeng, am more than enough to deal with you," Feng Xiaofeng could not help speaking up.
Yang Hengchang glared at Feng Xiaofeng and snapped, "Stand down."
Yet this time, Feng Xiaofeng did not obey. Instead, he said stubbornly, "Martial Uncle, let your martial nephew fight. Let him know that Sword God Yi is not the only one in our Sword Pavilion's younger generation."
"Yang Hengchang, the older you get, the more timid you become. Even your martial nephew has more courage than you," Chilian said with a hearty laugh.
Faced with Chilian's teasing, Yang Hengchang showed not the slightest temper, nor did he dare to.
Before Yang Hengchang could speak, Huang Xiao said, "It seems Elder Yang still has some reservations. That's fair. In a match between our two sides, naturally, each should send its strongest disciple of the younger generation. My target is actually Sword God Yi as well. Still, we might as well