"I could cultivate to Martial Saint, having gone through countless ordeals, so even if you possess great strength, I do not fear you. This is nothing more than a small trial on my path forward."
Jiang Yizhan pointed his sword at Vlad III, his gaze fierce.
"You should know, though, sometimes a trial can be so powerful that it could grind you to death," Vlad III said with a mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Yizhan shouted, "Then try it!"
Vlad III said nothing more, his body suddenly flew towards Jiang Yizhan, his beautiful hand, like jade, fiercely grasping at Jiang Yizhan's throat.
Jiang Yizhan fixed his gaze on that hand, his body unmoving, and when that hand was just three inches from him, Jiang Yizhan suddenly shouted.
"Slash!"
A stunning sword light drew an arc in midair, slicing fiercely toward the wrist of that hand, its speed was as swift as a phantom's.
"Ha!"
