As if he didn't hear the resentment and murderous intent in the babyish voice, Rong Xiu laughed and nodded. "I pay my respects to you all. It's been a long time since we last met, but you seem to be even more spirited than before."
Whish!
All of a sudden, the sand was swept into the air to form a long sword. It was sent flying in Rong Xiu's direction, aimed straight between his glabella. The scorching air tore open to form a black gash, and bitter coldness swept in.
Rong Xiu calmly looked up, his deep-set eyes as pure and unfathomable as the starry night. A hint of seriousness finally appeared in those cold, lazy eyes as he gripped a silver sword in his hand and swung it down.
Whoosh!
It was a simple move without any superfluousness that gathered a terrifying force and sent it crashing down. Sparks flew as the sword aura tore the air to meet the other sword aura head-on.
