"I'll give you back that sentence unchanged."
Ling Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and as his gaze shifted, a line of brilliance formed, resembling two silver beams. The fierce wind blew, causing his black hair to flutter and sway, like ink and clouds.
"Interesting, Ling Chen, you truly are a rival sent to me by the heavens. As long as I defeat you, my Sword King's title will be even more illustrious and fully deserved!"
Beichuan Ye laughed in anger. Ling Chen was not only the most formidable opponent he had encountered but also the first to be so composed in front of him. Even the Unparalleled King had previously been pressured by him to the point of being unable to breathe, not daring to utter a single boast. Yet Ling Chen, from beginning to end, remained calm and composed, steady like Mount Tai.
"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."
