He had never expected Shen Bai to be able to fight him to such a standstill, relying on nothing but his world-shocking Swordsmanship.
However, he could already tell that while Shen Bai's Swordsmanship was powerful, as long as he blocked it with his palms, he would remain completely unharmed.
After all, he had trained his palms countless times, making them perfect for both offense and defense.
"Not bad, not bad at all. Your strength is quite high. You are truly worthy of being Zhang Dao Ling's trusted man."
Shen Bai swung his sword, forcing the palms back. He then retreated several dozen steps and narrowed his eyes.
Li Zhong sighed. "Lord Shen, don't blame me. We are simply serving our respective masters. Today, I must take your head. On another day, I will surely visit your grave to offer my apologies."
Hearing this, Shen Bai broke into a smile. "That won't be necessary. The only question is, whose head will be taken today—mine, or yours?"
