"No need to hold back, I've been drinking too much lately and my muscles are tired. It's good to move around!" The Sword Immortal chuckled.
"Hmph!" Ye Kongming snorted coldly, flipping his wrist, and suddenly a long sword as clear as autumn water appeared in his hand.
Ye Kongming's expression turned solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "This sword was personally bestowed upon me by my grandfather, it's named Xi Chen. Dying under its blade today would not be in vain."
The Sword Immortal merely laughed softly at this and then picked up the gourd at his waist, drinking it again glug by glug.
This utterly dismissive attitude made Ye Kongming furious, "Arrogant lad, take the sword!"
With that, he raised both hands and swung his sword down.
To be fair, this Ye Kongming did have reason to be somewhat proud.
Just the momentum and timing of this single strike were enough to crush most of the sword cultivators present.
