Chen Yang, who was studying the Gathering Spirit Seal, instantly sensed Qin Chengxuan's situation and immediately put away the Gathering Spirit Seal, turning to face Qin Chengxuan.
"Taoist friend, drawing your sword is planning for another duel?" Chen Yang asked with a smile, completely unafraid of Qin Chengxuan.
Knowing he was in the wrong, Qin Chengxuan didn't dare say much to Chen Yang, extended his left hand decisively, and demanded, "Give me the books on Formation in your hands."
Heh.
Chen Yang sneered.
"Why should I? Is this the tone used to borrow something from someone?"
Qin Chengxuan's face turned ashen: "Give it, or don't."
"No."
Chen Yang didn't hesitate in the slightest.
"Fine, then don't blame me." Qin Chengxuan growled and without further words, charged at Chen Yang with his sword.
Qin Chengxuan wielded his sword in his right hand, forming a strategy with his left, fully unleashing his combat power.
