"Zhong Lin, why don't you draw your sword?"
You Hao roared.
As soon as the words fell, You Hao gripped his blade and slashed down with a move called 'Drawing Blade Severing Water'.
Boom!
The airwaves rolled, and the void between Zhong Lin and You Hao was split into two. A fierce sword qi descended at an unbelievable speed.
Zhong Lin did not answer; instead, he struck out with a palm.
Boom!
This earth-shattering scene fell from the sky, and the domineering sword qi instantly collapsed with a single strike.
Not answering is the best answer: You can't even withstand one of my palms, yet you want me to draw my sword?
It was clear that You Hao also heard this 'answer', and his eyes turned blood red.
Humiliation.
Blatant humiliation.
"Ah..."
You Hao roared to the sky and struck again with his blade. Behind this sword qi, another grayish sword qi swiftly descended from the sky, followed by another, tearing the skies and whistling downward.
