Did You Swap Yue’er’s Body?

As if he didn't hear the resentment and murderous intent in the babyish voice, Rong Xiu laughed and nodded. "I pay my respects to you all. It's been a long time since we last met, but you seem to be even more spirited than before."

Whish!

All of a sudden, the sand was swept into the air to form a long sword. It was sent flying in Rong Xiu's direction, aimed straight between his glabella. The scorching air tore open to form a black gash, and bitter coldness swept in.

Rong Xiu calmly looked up, his deep-set eyes as pure and unfathomable as the starry night. A hint of seriousness finally appeared in those cold, lazy eyes as he gripped a silver sword in his hand and swung it down.

Whoosh!

It was a simple move without any superfluousness that gathered a terrifying force and sent it crashing down. Sparks flew as the sword aura tore the air to meet the other sword aura head-on.