Wu Jian didn't expect Chen Tianlong, so young, to have such exquisite swordsmanship. It's a pity his strength isn't enough; otherwise, he might not have been able to beat him. So he felt secretly lucky.
Chen Tianlong fought valiantly, battling over fifty rounds, but in the end, due to the difference in strength, was knocked to the ground by Wu Jian's sword Qi, spitting blood.
Taking advantage of the situation, Wu Jian stepped forward and pointed his sword at Chen Tianlong's chest.
"Haha, I told you, you're no match for me. Hand over the sword, and I won't kill you."
"No need, the sword cannot be given to you unless you kill me." Chen Tianlong maintained his stance.
"Alright, since you insist, don't blame me." Saying this, he prepared to stab.
At this moment, Wu Mengting leaped in front of Chen Tianlong, blocking Wu Jian's sword.
"Dad, if you want to kill, kill me first. I brought him, and I cannot be unfaithful or unfeeling."
