"In that case, as a disciple, I shall give it my all."
Ye Mo spoke, his hand materializing a longsword. His strength had now transformed into the Demon Dragon Power, and the sword he summoned had a hilt resembling the head of a demon dragon, its mouth issuing the blade—imposing and commanding.
"Ye Mo, come on!"
Master Li clasped his hands behind his back with an air of a grandmaster.
"If that's the case, don't blame me for being impolite."
Ye Mo leapt into the air, soaring directly upwards. With a sudden sweep of the Demon Dragon Longsword, instantly, Flying Flower, Snow Moon, Sinking, Trouble Times, Dreaming—five major sword moves erupted simultaneously, instantly enveloping the area around Master Li.
The smile on Master Li's face froze instantly as he saw the terrifying shadow of the sword looming above. The Sword Qi contained within Ye Mo's attack exhibited five transformations, leaving him utterly unable to respond.
