The air was thick with a lethal intensity, the atmosphere around them cooling once more. Gaze upon gaze converged, as nearly everyone held their breath, observing the unfolding events.
Master fighters in a duel, every move deadly.
As onlookers, they could not afford to miss a single move!
In the midst of the stifling atmosphere.
Zhao Yunhai lowered his eyes, coldly watching Ye Xuan as he said, "Draw your sword, and engage in a fight to the death with this old man."
Ye Xuan grinned and said, "In this world, there are only two kinds of people who qualify for me to draw my sword in battle."
Zhao Yunhai: "Oh?"
Ye Xuan smiled nonchalantly: "One is a heroic figure as legendary as the Sword God, the other, a master of equivalent strength to mine."
Zhao Yunhai's brows furrowed slightly.
Ye Xuan looked at him and squinted with a smile: "Obviously, you don't have the qualifications for me to draw my sword."
At these words.
