The overwhelming Sword Intent receded, melting away like thin snow in early spring.
Dressed in a black robe, Qin Yang stood before Li Zixuan, having effortlessly dispelled the oppressive Sword Intent with nothing but his bare hands.
"Good, good, good. You've finally come, Jianghai Sword God."
Yu Wenxuan hovered high in the sky, looking down on the scene. His eyes burned with feverish excitement as he locked onto Qin Yang's aura.
'I crossed thousands of miles to come to Jianghai for this one battle with the Sword God.'
'Now, half my wish has been granted.'
'The coming battle is the true main event. I absolutely will not let the Jianghai Sword God out of my sight before it begins!'
"Heh. Attacking a little girl... You're truly unworthy of the title 'Sword Saint.'"
Qin Yang looked up at Yu Wenxuan, his words laced with a hint of indignation.
'What kind of bullshit Sword Saint is this?'
'He has no martial honor whatsoever!'
