The Saber God Li Liushui couldn't take it anymore either. He swung the kitchen knife in his hand, snorted coldly, and said, "You stinking woman, you still want to trick my future disciple? Eat my blade."
His figure flickered as he charged forward, swinging the kitchen knife toward the newcomer.
The Saber God Li Liushui also took it for granted that this person was the Thousand-Faced Lord, because he looked exactly the same as before. But Li Liushui, unlike Chen Nan, hadn't caught the issue with how Xuan Tianji was addressing him.
"Who the hell are you? I just had a big boost in strength and you come looking for trouble?"
Xuan Tianji gave a light smile. His folding fan moved, blocking the edge of the kitchen knife.
"Your Saber Technique's not bad. It's a pity, though—your temper's not great. Seems like you've got stuff buried in your heart, so your saber intent can't reach the Peak. With my current strength, you can't hurt me at all."
Xuan Tianji shook his head.
"Huh..."
