Xu Ran took a deep breath, both hands gripping the Mozhui Blade tightly.
His gaze grew unwavering, raising the Mozhui Blade high; his movements were so slow they were riddled with flaws, yet somehow exuded an unassailable aura.
His eyes locked onto Ji Xuan from afar, and the Mozhui Blade came crashing down.
A crescent-shaped blade light swept through the void, carrying the momentum to cleave worlds, appearing instantly before Ji Xuan.
Ji Xuan thrust with his blade in a flash, dispersing the blade light with a single strike; for the first time, a look of doubt appeared in his eyes as he gazed at Xu Ran.
"Where did you learn my blade technique?"
"Greetings, Elder." Xu Ran sheathed the blade and clasped his hands toward Ji Xuan from afar, "The younger generation once found one of your broken blades and gained a hint of your blade momentum from it."
"That is also the reason I began using the blade."
