The next morning, Liu Zixuan arrived at the back mountain as promised.
The mysterious expert had changed his attire today, now wearing a white robe fluttering in the wind, standing atop a huge rock, with a longsword in hand reflecting starlight, his whole being exuding a formidable battle intent!
Liu Zixuan stepped forward, and the Nameless Sword's edge shot out from the hilt.
"This outfit today might not be suitable!"
The mysterious expert looked down from atop the rock and laughed, "What's unsuitable about it?"
"If that pristine white robe rolls a few times on the ground later, wouldn't it be wasted?" Liu Zixuan mocked with a smile.
The mysterious expert snorted coldly, "It seems you're feeling confident today!"
"I've been tormented by you for so long, it's time for me to get some back!"
With a swift turn of phrase, Liu Zixuan wielded the Nameless Sword, leaping into the air and attacking the mysterious expert.
"Let's see if your mouth is sharper or your sword!"
