"No, no, no, I don't believe it." Murong Ziqi's face was ferocious. He was groomed by the Murong Family; how could he be inferior to a commoner?
With a twisted expression, Murong Ziqi gripped his Purple Soft Sword tightly as his Inner Strength surged, pushing his aura to its peak. Then, the Purple Soft Sword shot forward like a venomous snake darting from its hole, tearing toward Wu Tian. WHOOSH! The blade cut through the air, letting out a strange, hissing sound.
Wu Tian made his move. Just as the Soft Sword neared him, he flicked a finger against the blade.
CLANG!
The Soft Sword vibrated violently.
The next moment, Murong Ziqi staggered back repeatedly, almost losing his grip on the Purple Soft Sword.
Wu Tian's lips curled into a smile. "Is this the Swordsmanship your Sword Emperor master taught you? Disappointing, truly disappointing."
