In Jian Qingchen's originally calm eyes, a trace of vigilance emerged; his gaze instantly turned razor sharp, like a lion awakening from deep slumber.
"Hahaha, that's it, I like that look in your eyes!" Ximen Huxiao laughed loudly. His arm shook, driving out that sharp Sword Qi. "Draw your sword, or you won't be able to take my next move!"
Jian Qingchen gently stroked his Sword Sheath and said lightly, "Once my sword leaves the sheath, the opponent dies. Are you really prepared for that?"
Ximen Huxiao snickered, "Jian Qingchen, if you've got the guts, then kill me! If you can't kill me… then I'm going to smash you to pieces!"
As his words fell, Ximen Huxiao's figure flickered again, charging straight at Jian Qingchen.
