"It's you! So it's you!"
The Sword Qi slashed fiercely like the wind, each wave more frenzied than the last, surging toward Su Chengyu. Yet, all of it was effortlessly dispersed within three feet of Su Chengyu.
The swordsmanship of this Su Clan Martial God had already lost its original form before Su Chengyu, resembling the clumsy sword swings of a child, utterly incapable of reaching him.
"I was wondering how a mere cultivator from the wild could suddenly rise to become the Demon Slayer Department's Saint Envoy. So, it turns out you're the descendant of that traitor! I wonder if Yang Chengyin knew about this?"
"What if he did? What if he didn't?"
Su Chengyu replied calmly. From the moment he chose to reveal his identity, the fate of this Su Clan Martial God was already sealed.
"You won't even have the chance to verify it."
