Promise of a Battle

The black coffin hovered in the air and did not move. "I didn't expect to meet you here, Brother Ji."

Lu Zhou asked again, "Are the Seven Terminal Formation and the Demon Sword your doing?"

"I don't know anything about the Formations…" In other words, Gong Yuandy was the one who left the Demon Sword here and erected the tombstone.

"After all these years of staying in that coffin, did you have any insight?"

Gong Yuandu sighed deeply and said, "I had some improvements in my sword skills, but I'm limited by my cultivation base and couldn't use them to their full potential. I'm not sure if I'm a match for you now."

Gong Yuandu and Lu Zhou were both peerless individuals. Perhaps, only Gong Yuandu himself knew how much he wanted to defeat Lu Zhou.

"Do you want to defeat me that badly?"

"I'm not the only one under the heavens who wants to beat you," Gong Yuandu retorted.

"Well…"