He knew very well how sincerely Ximen Chuixue devoted himself to the Sword Dao, so it was very likely that he would agree to this requirement that only a fool would accept.
Ximen Chuixue was certainly no fool.
But he was a madman, a madman crazed by the sword.
Ye Gucheng was too.
Fools agree to things unaware of the dangers, whereas madmen know the dangers but agree anyway.
At this moment, only Ye Gucheng could stop Ximen Chuixue.
But since Ye Gucheng was already waiting for Ximen Chuixue's arrival, how could he possibly stop him?
Therefore, both of them turned to look at each other, their gazes meeting like clashing sword edges.
They hadn't moved, but their eyes had already crossed swords in a silent duel, this still pressure was even stronger and more terrifying than any motion.
If a falling leaf were to drift between them at that moment, it would immediately be shredded into dust by their Sword Qi.
