The green-haired man let out a snort, then shut his eyes. He just sat there at the mountain top, not moving at all, as though he couldn't even be bothered to pay any attention to Ji Ning.
"If that's the case…I have no choice but to attack." Ning shook his head, then waved his hand. A streak of sword-light instantly slashed across the skies, leaving behind an enduring scar in the heavens. This sword-strike looked simple, but Ning had filled it with his fourth-stage heartforce.
It instantly traversed hundreds of kilometers and stabbed directly against the green-haired man.
Clang!
It was as though it had stabbed into a magic treasure. A ringing sound could be heard, but the green-haired man didn't even budge. He opened his eyes, glancing sideways at Ning, then smirked. "Is that all you have? I can just sit here, and you won't be able to harm me at all. Hurry up and beat it."