In the blink of an eye, it had already collided with the swift sword light.
As they met, a metallic CLANG rang out.
The sword light, blocked, suddenly soared into the air before shooting toward the youth once more.
The youth stood with one hand behind his back. With his free hand, he flicked his index finger, sending out streams of Sword Qi that struck the body of the sword.
The Treasure Sword, damaged, let out a mournful cry. It flipped once in the air and flew back into the nunnery.
"A fine sword!"
The youth praised aloud.
"To receive the Upper Envoy's praise is an honor. I am humbled. It is a pity my Power is so meager that I can only unleash a fraction of the Divine Sword's true might."
Just then, a middle-aged nun in a gray robe walked out of the nunnery. Her face was ashen and her cheeks were gaunt, but her eyes were exceptionally bright.
"So, you're the so-called Sword Holder of Mount Emei?"
the youth asked coolly.
