"Martial Emperor, what in the world are you looking at?" the Sword Saint of Fusang bellowed angrily. "Your only opponent is me."
Upon hearing this, Wu Tian smiled.
"Put down the child in your arms," the Sword Saint of Fusang said coldly. "I disdain taking advantage of you."
"No need," Wu Tian replied, still holding the little one.
The Sword Saint of Fusang was stunned for a moment, then scoffed. "You think you can fight me while holding a child? Are you courting death? If you put the child down, our chances are fifty-fifty. But with a child in your arms, I can defeat you in a single move."
One move? Wu Tian couldn't help but laugh at the claim. Too lazy to waste words, he simply walked forward, holding the little one, his steps light and without a trace of hesitation.
"Against-the-Wind Slash!" the Sword Saint of Fusang sneered, lifting the Third-generation Ghost Cleaver.
