A gust of wind swept across the stone courtyard of White Lotus Peak, carrying a shower of dry pine leaves. Before the leaves could touch the ground, they were sliced into fine dust by a sudden burst of sword pressure.
Two blades clashed in the center of the clearing, creating a sharp ring that echoed through the stone courtyard.
Su Ming held his ground, his feet anchored to the stone tiles. His right hand wielded the Dragon Emperor Sword, while his left hand held the Crimson Heaven Sword. The dark steel of the Dragon Emperor Sword hummed with a heavy rhythm, while the Crimson Heaven Sword glowed with a crimson heat. The dual forces surged through his arms, straining his muscles and warming his meridians.
Opposite him, Jian Wushen moved like water. His Autumn Water Sword flickered, executing three rapid strikes from three different angles. The movements were fluid and natural, carrying no hesitation.
