With the Qixue Sword in hand, Situ Ruoling's momentum surged once more. She held the sword aloft, pointing directly at Ling Shuiyao, locking onto her with precision.
Though the two were separated by a great distance, the speed of Ancient Martial Artists meant that a hundred meters was but a fleeting moment, especially when employing sword techniques which made them exceedingly swift.
If Ling Shuiyao did not draw a weapon, once the bell tolled, Situ Ruoling could dash forward to kill, leaving Little La Jiao no chance to even draw her weapon.
For Ancient Martial Artists, whether or not one has a weapon makes a vast difference in combat prowess.
"You look down on me." Situ Ruoling frowned, speaking coldly. To her, Ling Shuiyao's manner was far too arrogant.
"Whether one is esteemed depends on their own conduct." Ling Shuiyao sneered.
