"Tsk, don't show off in front of this Commander Guard... Damn! You're serious!"
Ji Li was halfway through his sneer when a surge of vast and immense Sword Qi burst forth, filled with a chilling murderous intent.
His body shuddered, and he hurriedly dodged aside.
His movement technique was already extremely fast, yet when he stabilized himself, he found that his inch-by-inch gold-trimmed sleeve had been shredded into strips by Chen Long's Sword Qi.
"You with the last name Shang! This isn't over between us!"
Those words were for later; right now, with Chen Long getting serious, Ji Li had no choice but to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.
He flickered to the side, pressing his back tightly against the wall.
From his angle, he could see Chen Long's profile clearly, as well as every detail of his moves.
In terms of moves, Chen Long had just a few that he repeated over and over.
At first glance, it was somewhat akin to Ji Feng's Martial Arts style.
