"One move?"
Rage surged in Han Buxiu's eyes.
He considered himself no less talented than Ye Xuan. Although suppressed in the Valley of Life and Death, his indomitable spirit remained unyielding. Even in such a barren place, he advanced to the Human Immortal Eighth Layer.
Therefore, he chose to replace Ye Qingchen in a life-and-death duel with Ye Xuan.
But now.
The opponent's blatant bragging was no different from publicly humiliating him!
"Fine!"
Han Buxiu responded coldly.
"I want to see how you defeat me with just one move!"
With those words, he reversed his grip, and a 'clang' resounded. The long sword fearlessly unsheathed, akin to heaven-shocking lightning, swiftly slicing through the void, almost impossible to look at directly.
Moreover, as the sword was drawn, Han Buxiu moved as one with the sword, like a silver dragon, twisting nine times in the void, rushing rapidly towards Ye Xuan as if shrinking the ground into inches.
