Kapitel 2038: 844, Sword Pavilion, Lightning Dao, please turn around, baby_2

This expression, shouldn't it belong to me?

"Kill——"

A surge of indescribable rage welled up; the Defiant Dragon bellowed furiously, and his sword thrust out again.

This time, he did not mobilize the sword intent; instead, he infused the sword intent into the sword body and, following the sword, his figure appeared directly behind Han Muye.

Close combat sword fight.

This was a choice only the extremely confident in their own sword cultivation would make.

Powerful beings of their level should normally strike across myriad worlds; this kind of direct, close-up confrontation was far more dangerous than a fight from a distance.

"Clang——"

As the Defiant Dragon's sword thrust toward Han Muye's back, a streak of sword light blocked the attack.

"I'm curious, what experiences have given you such confidence in your swordsmanship," Han Muye murmured, and suddenly twisted the sword light in his hand.