Linghu Chong stood with both hands behind his back, stopping ten meters in front of Ye Xuan, with a faint smile always hanging on his face. He half-closed his eyes, and his deep, icy gaze fell on Ye Xuan.
"Take three of my swords. If you survive, you can leave alive."
Linghu Chong spoke calmly like a dictator. Here, no one dared to defy his decision.
Unless they wanted to die.
"Haha, no matter how strong you are, why should I fear taking three swords from you?"
Ye Xuan said seriously, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.
Then, with a "clang" sound, Ye Xuan drew the Black Blade and the crimson Hidden Blade Sword.
Dual Cultivation of Saber and Sword!
This state was undoubtedly Ye Xuan's optimal state, and also his strongest state.
"You are very confident. But unfortunately, put away your naïve confidence! You can't even begin to fathom the vast difference between you and me. Now, let me show you the difference between your sword and mine."
