Kill an old enemy and recruit the person behind it

"Ye Daocang, don't deceive people too much," the man warned.

The man observed that Ye Daocang wasn't utilizing his own strength at all; it seemed like a mere jest.

"Cough? Bullying too much?" Ye Daocang expressed surprise at the man's comment.

Ye Daocang, showing no mercy, unsheathed the Qingyun sword.

Waving his hand lightly, Ye Daocang conjured three swords of Qi, piercing the sky with a formidable divine might in front of the man.

As the sword Qi approached, the man squinted, realizing he shouldn't underestimate Ye Daocang.

Swiftly, the man attempted to dodge, but Ye Daocang's sword Qi grazed the edge of his clothes, leaving a cut.

Ye Daocang, observing the man, stood with his hands behind his back. "Reveal your true strength; otherwise, our fight is meaningless," he suggested, his smile hinting at hidden knowledge. "I suspect you're not as simple as you appear."