The battle was rather baffling, really, but thankfully it didn't take up too much of Yang An's time.
When someone came to his door looking for a fight, Yang An's policy was always to deal with them immediately. If he could kill them now, he would never drag it out for three days.
Three days... That was a full thirty-six hours. Who knew what variables might emerge in that time?
He clapped the dust off his hands, watching the bloody gash on his shoulder slowly heal as the azure light around it faded.
The wound was healing, but he had to admit, the guy had some skill. The power of his Sword Qi was quite impressive.
If he hadn't run into him, he might have been considered a top expert among those at the Corpse Transformation stage.
Unfortunately, that was all he was.
