"Brother Ling Chen, Beigong Lan's strength is not to be underestimated. Be extra cautious."
Sima Xiaoyao clutched his chest, where an evident sword hole was the mark left by Beigong Lan just moments ago.
This person's swordsmanship is elusive and can be called a genius of the Sword Way. Even Ling Chen may not necessarily be a match for him.
"If one can't even defeat this mere Destiny Swordsman, then there's no qualification to duel with me."
Peerless Sword sat loftily on the Heavenly Pride seat, gazing down at everything. Although Beigong Lan was indeed formidable, he didn't regard him highly. If Ling Chen were to lose to Beigong Lan, then there would be no need for the battle between him and Ling Chen.
So his opponent was only one left.
Peerless Sword's gaze shifted to Wei Wuxian, who was seated not far away.
This fellow, who might very well become the Sword Devil, was his true rival.
