Playing with swords was Yan Feitian's specialty, and this time he was incredibly confident. It would be embarrassing if he couldn't take down Su Xuan this time.
"Su Xuan, if you can handle even one of my moves, then you truly are skilled!"
Yan Feitian was arrogantly proud, but he had a reason to be—his successes with the Flying Sky Sword on the Martial World's roads spoke for themselves. Since his debut, he had never been defeated.
The shimmering Flying Sky Sword was a legacy from his master, which Yan Feitian often bragged about.
"Su Xuan, if you can't beat me, we can take a detour."
Qiuyue saw Yan Feitian holding the Flying Sky Sword with a formidable aura and worried that Su Xuan might be at a disadvantage.
Su Xuan, however, was very calm. Even though he only had a small dagger in his hand, taking a detour now would delay them even more. The road was right ahead; Yan Feitian might not even let them leave at this point.
