"No need to hold back, I’ve been drinking too much lately and my muscles are tired. It’s good to move around!" The Sword Immortal chuckled.
"Hmph!" Ye Kongming snorted coldly, flipping his wrist, and suddenly a long sword as clear as autumn water appeared in his hand.
Ye Kongming’s expression turned solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "This sword was personally bestowed upon me by my grandfather, it’s named Xi Chen. Dying under its blade today would not be in vain."
The Sword Immortal merely laughed softly at this and then picked up the gourd at his waist, drinking it again glug by glug.
This utterly dismissive attitude made Ye Kongming furious, "Arrogant lad, take the sword!"
With that, he raised both hands and swung his sword down.
To be fair, this Ye Kongming did have reason to be somewhat proud.
Just the momentum and timing of this single strike were enough to crush most of the sword cultivators present.
But facing this strike, the Sword Immortal merely shook his head lightly and then closed his eyes.
Many people exclaimed in surprise, and Ye Kongming’s face showed humiliation, his killing intent intensified once more.
In an instant, the sword light was already above the Sword Immortal’s head. In just one-hundredth of a second, this sword could split the Sword Immortal in two.
Yet at this moment, Ye Kongming suddenly felt the sword in his hand freeze in midair, unable to move forward anymore.
Caught off guard, Ye Kongming’s wrist made a few cracking sounds, almost breaking from the impact.
Then, the Sword Immortal pinched Ye Kongming’s Xi Chen sword between two fingers and said faintly, "This is the first sword strike."
Ye Kongming’s face turned purple with stifled rage, frantically trying to pull the sword out from the Sword Immortal’s fingers.
But he found that the man reeking of alcohol in front of him, although only using two fingers, was like two immovable mountains, no matter how hard he tried, the sword wouldn’t budge.
Just as he was in despair, the Sword Immortal smiled slightly and suddenly let go.
Ye Kongming, unable to stop his momentum, staggered backward several steps before finally regaining his footing, his face turning extremely unsightly.
The Sword Immortal simply said, "Again."
By now, no one in the audience dared to underestimate this man reeking of alcohol.
Considering his performance, many had already begun to speculate about his identity, causing a slight commotion.
Yet Ye Kongming only felt his blood surging up, clenched his teeth fiercely, and was about to launch a second sword strike.
But just then, a hoarse and authoritative voice came from behind him.
"Ming’er, do not be disrespectful, step aside."
Upon hearing this voice, Ye Kongming’s whole body trembled, then reluctantly stepped aside.
At the same time, several sword lights suddenly shot out from the giant carriage. When they landed, the leading figure was an old man with white hair and an otherworldly demeanor.
It was the renowned Sword Cleansing Elder, Ye Bufan.
As he appeared before everyone, the commotion in the audience grew even more intense.
The Sword Immortal maintained a calm demeanor, drinking several more large gulps of wine.
Ye Bufan took a deep look at him, then stepped forward and respectfully clasped his hands, "Junior Ye Bufan greets the Sword Immortal Linghu Jue, my senior."
These words left everyone astonished.
Even Ye Kongming was dumbfounded.
He never imagined that the man he had just confronted with a sword was actually the renowned Sword Immortal Linghu Jue.
Realizing this, Ye Kongming felt his heart sink halfway.
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