Baili Huoli stood in place, his eyes filled with astonishment. No matter how strong this kid's abilities were, such momentum and audacity were not something an ordinary person could possess.
"Wait a minute, as the saying goes, you need a legitimate reason to kill me, don't you?"
"Does Baili Huoli ever need a reason to kill someone?"
Though it seemed unreasonable, it somehow made sense as Baili Huoli witnessed tonight.
"Fine, killing such a young man like you today won't feel like squashing an ant with no sense of achievement."
"Baili Huoli is such a nag, truly disappointing." Yang Fan raised one hand swiftly upwards, reaching for the Fine Steel Sword on the wall, and with a whoosh, it returned to his hand. Holding the blood-stained treasure sword, Yang Fan charged forward.
Baili Huoli met the attack with his sword, and the two swords collided in mid-air, scattering countless sparks.
Bang!
Crash!
Yang Fan advanced rapidly, his sword piercing straight ahead.
