As for the later stages, if he could endure 10 moves with heavy injuries, his cultivation path in the future would definitely be smooth.
Placing his hand gently on the hilt of his sword, Luo Teng stared into Han Muye's eyes.
As long as Han Muye nodded or agreed, he would attack without hesitation.
It was not embarrassing to strike first in front of a figure like the Sword Immortal.
Unfortunately, strangely, Han Muye did not respond to him.
Han Muye, who was standing in front of the Sword Pavilion, looked up at the sky. Then he smiled and waved his hand. "Back off for a moment. I want to receive a sword attack from a fellow Daoist from the Eastern Sea."
Receive a sword attack from a sword cultivator from the Eastern Sea?
The surrounding disciples were stunned.
Standing in the bluestone square, Luo Teng felt a surge of anger in his heart.