Chapter 1007: Only Talking, No Fighting

Ying Diao pointed a finger towards Shen Dao, and in an instant, Shen Dao felt his body tense up, his hair standing on end, and a strong sense of danger swept over him, rendering him immobile.

"Is this merely a sparring between the younger generation? What are you implying, Sect Master Ying?"

"If you wish to appreciate the essence of blade arts, why not come and experience my blade techniques?"

A golden blade slashed toward the finger extended by Ying Diao, the Great Elder said with a chilling tone.

"A sparring among the younger ones?"

"Does a cultivator in the Heavenly Immortal Realm waving a blade at a group of children also count as a sparring among the juniors? Being an elder of the Blade Sect, do you not feel ashamed at all?"

Ying Diao retracted his finger and spoke indifferently.