At this moment, Qin Ling stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes bright and spirited, flashing like lightning. A sharp, peerless Sword Intent and unconcealable pride glinted within them.
His jet-black hair was parted down the middle, draping over his shoulders.
His presence was as profound as an abyss and as immovable as a mountain, projecting a dignified and awe-inspiring might.
Strapped to his back was a sheathed longsword that radiated an ancient aura. Strange, water-like patterns were faintly visible on the scabbard, seeming to ripple and move with the slightest motion, a truly peculiar sight.
SHINK!
Qin Ling drew the longsword from his back, revealing a blade of pale blue.
He stared coldly at Shen Lang and declared, "You're arrogant, but arrogance requires qualification. Without it, death is what comes next!"
"Whether I'm qualified or not… why don't you test me and find out?"
