"Father, you're underestimating Master Wu Ming. His power is far greater than you imagine."
Linghu Jian chuckled, well aware that Ye Xuan's understanding of swordsmanship had long reached the Divine realm.
Pure swordsmanship wise, Ye Xuan probably wouldn't lose a fraction to Linghu Chong.
"Heavenly Mountain Broken Plum Hand"
The Carefree Saintess scoffed coldly, speaking indifferently. At this moment, she unleashed a deadly move, unwavering against such insolent individuals who dared speak disrespectfully to her.
"This sword is named Blood Plum!"
Ye Xuan's eyes were resolute, and the Rock Giant Sword in his hand emitted a blood-colored brilliance.
Originally plain and simple swordsmanship suddenly bloomed with brilliance.
Those around him were collectively shocked, exclaiming, "This guy seems to be deliberately suppressing his strength."
"Die."
The Carefree Saintess snorted coldly, unafraid of Ye Xuan's fierce swordplay.
