Since he began practicing the sword, Duan Yun had never doubted his one-in-ten-thousand martial arts talent.
The facts had proven that he was indeed such a prodigy!
The words he said to the Murong brothers, aside from containing some provocations, were all true.
This "Twelve Layers of Spring Rain" that the Murong brothers couldn't grasp led to five tragic and unforgettable blood-spattered disasters, but he wouldn't experience that.
Because his father was down in his luck, there was no chance for him to have a half-sister born of the same father, and he was the true one-in-ten-thousand cultivation genius!
He really wanted to know what was so mystical about such an abnormal sabersmanship technique.
Unfortunately, his attempt was in vain.
Even though it was just autumn, the Murong brothers had already, like snakes, entered hibernation once again.
Indeed, since that night he drank and chatted with him, the other had been lying there without moving again.