"Not interested.
Die!"
Song Qingxing raised his Long Sword and thrust forward with all his might.
This wasn't just a heat-of-the-moment remark. He was truly uninterested in his opponent's legacy, no matter how powerful—how absurdly powerful—he was.
To him, that was ultimately someone else's Dao, not his own. He had his own path to walk. Even if it was fraught with thorns and haunted by demons, he would cut through it all with a single swing of the Three-foot Cyan Blade in his hand!
The only reason he remained in this trial was to defeat the enemy before him. He fell time and again, only to make the sword in his hand sharper, only so he could climb higher and travel farther in the future!
"Hmph. You say one thing and mean another!"
Seeing the cold glint of the blade stabbing toward his chest, a flicker of disdain crossed the arrogant man's eyes. With a gentle swing of his sword, a torrent of Sword Qi erupted, and Song Qingxing was sent flying once again.
