"If that's the case, I can't fully exert the 'Ancient Sword', and clearly wouldn't be a match for you."
Zhou Yun stated calmly, with a serious demeanor.
In reality, Zhou Yun had already decided that if the opponent truly left no room, he would do his utmost to hold them back, as a gesture of goodwill to the Space Sword Cultivator who had helped.
But this person was impatient and crude in controlling the Power of Blood Sea, which gave Zhou Yun this opportunity.
Fang Yang's expression was grim, but upon hearing Zhou Yun's words, he sneered: "It's easy to say, but if it weren't for you pressing urgently and leaving no room for delay, would this emperor not know how to cultivate patience and master my Strength thoroughly?"
Zhou Yun slightly shook his head and said, "If acquired too easily, it won't be cherished... Sir lacks respect for power within your heart."
Fang Yang's expression faltered, unsure of how to respond.
