Rong Zhi walked step by step, slowly toward the open space ahead.
Although He Jue allowed him to move, he still remained highly vigilant, ready to react immediately to any unexpected move from Rong Zhi.
He wasn't afraid of whatever Rong Zhi was planning.
He Jue had confidence in himself; no matter how great Rong Zhi's understanding of swordsmanship might be, the body was fundamental. With his body so frail, even the highest swordsmanship couldn't be of much use.
He just waited to see Rong Zhi's so-called peerless swordsmanship.
Watching Rong Zhi reach the clearing, Chu Yu suddenly had a very ominous premonition. At that moment, Rong Zhi flashed a smile, different from any he had shown before—arrogant, mocking, and slightly cunning.