Chu Xisheng did not pursue further; he stood still, holding his twin blades, and looked at Shui Ruge with anticipation in his eyes: "You should have done this from the start."
Shui Ruge took a deep breath and gripped his longsword again: "Thank you, Sword Lord, for showing mercy!"
He knew Chu Xisheng had held back.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the chance to unseal his Cultivation.
"Between us, it's a martial arts contest, not a life-and-death struggle."
Chu Xisheng chuckled quietly, but his gaze was piercingly sharp, exuding a formidable aura: "I also wanted to see your Ziwei Sword; otherwise, in another context, had you dared to be so careless, I would have slain you with one strike."
Shui Ruge thought to himself in another situation, he wouldn't be foolish enough to seal his cultivation either.
At this moment, the confrontation of Martial Intent between both sides was at a stalemate, growing more intense by the moment!
