"That is indeed very fast."
Xu Qing's expression remained unchanged. "Have you mastered a Mental Realm related to speed?"
"Hahaha..."
Pan Zhenchuan laughed out loud. "Whether I have or not, you'll find out if you fight me again," he said. "Regardless of whether you're a True Inheritor of the Dapeng Martial Arts Hall, your performance just now, and your age, certainly qualify you to become one."
"Come!"
SWISH!
The moment the word left his mouth,
Pan Zhenchuan attacked Xu Qing once more.
CLANG!
A sword rang out.
"Let me borrow your sword."
With a wave of his right hand, the ordinary Iron Sword that Wang Guangqing was holding shot through the air as if summoned, flying swiftly into Xu Qing's grasp.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!!!
Xu Qing executed his Swordsmanship. Within his technique, he revealed the faint beginnings of Sword Intent, and countless sword-shadows blocked Pan Zhenchuan's assault.
"!!!"
At this very moment,
Wang Genxin's face turned incredibly ugly.
