Alex's thoughts settled. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and smile curling into place.
This sudden, profoundly meaningful smile caused the Evergreat Sword Ancestor to feel somewhat bewildered. He had been occupying the upper hand the entire time.
"You brat, could it be this old man has beaten you silly?"
"No." Alex smiled mockingly. "It means your doomsday has arrived."
Facing the incoming strike, he did not choose to continue dodging. Instead, he instantly teleported several meters back and violently hurled the Purple Cloud Demon Sword from his hand.
The treasured sword spun rapidly in mid-air. Forming a sword intent like a howling astral wind. Blasting fiercely toward the Evergreat Sword Ancestor.
The old man froze for a moment. Then let out a disdainful scoff, waving his hand to summon sword intent to defend.
"To think this old man admired you so much, yet you panicked enough to use such a completely chaotic and unstructured move."
