"Heh, if you had such lofty spirit, why did you back down just now?"
Lian Youming laughed as he retreated from the vicious sword strikes, but the chill in his eyes kept deepening.
These two had tried to kill him without a word, clearly intent on silencing him.
And considering what that young man had said, could it be over that damned cave?
"Tch, why is the Emei Sect just like the Taiji Gate?"
As he retreated, the two pursued hard. Their swords quivered like snakes flicking their tongues, sword winds hissing as the cold points of their blades targeted his eyes, mouth, and throat with every strike.
The two took turns pressing the attack, alternating their moves like overlapping waves, each surging over the last, leaving their opponent struggling to fend them off.
Lian Youming was no meek saint. If people treated him well, he naturally returned their kindness; if they treated him with malice, they could only become another departed soul beneath his fists. Holding his sword against his chest, he retreated only four or five steps before exhausting the mild temper he had acquired while caring for Yan Lingyun lately. As his feet planted firmly, a savage killing aura suddenly spread with the surging of his internal breath, raging inside and out.
"Since you two use swords, I'll kill you with a weapon!"
As his quiet words fell, Lian Youming gave a savage grin. The index and middle fingers of his left hand, which cradled the sword, tapped lightly against the scabbard, while his right hand reached into the air. The blade seemed to be drawn aloft by an invisible thread, sliding backward out of its sheath on its own and landing in his right palm.
With the sword in hand, Lian Youming kept his feet still,