As long as he displayed even the slightest hint of timidity, the opponent would overpower him in momentum.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ya's lips slightly curled up, revealing a cold smile.
Interesting, this Yin Jiaxiong and the entire Wuliang Mountain indeed have some intrigue.
Then, Zhao Ya slowly drew the knife from his waist, the tip pointed diagonally at Yin Jiaxiong in the distance.
Although he didn't speak, the meaning was clear.
It was a battle!
Yin Jiaxiong's pupils instantly contracted, and then his face showed a solemn expression.
Even though the knife tip was pointed diagonally and separated by miles, Yin Jiaxiong still felt the surging, turbulent Sword Intent.
But it was this Sword Intent that instantly ignited the fierce fighting spirit within Yin Jiaxiong's heart.
He felt as if the blood in his body was boiling, yet his aura became even more calm.
Then he slowly drew the Wind Listening Sword from his waist, also pointing the tip straight at Zhao Ya.
Clang!
