There were only seven steps between the two people that had been mutually confronting each other. No one attacked first.
The one who attacked first would certainly reveal his flaw first.
At the moment, they did not even blink their eyes but stared straight into each other's eyes.
Only a distance of seven steps, who would dare to blink?
The moment you blinked, you had lost!
This was a fight between masters and no subtle mistake could be committed. It was not simply a sword competition, but also the competition of Spiritual Power, volition, and patience.
Having confronted for an hour, they were still motionless.
Gradually, Qing Chibai's eyes began to sour, and his eyelids also jumped slightly.
In contrast, Zhang Ruochen was still as stable as Mount Tai, like a peaceful ancient wall. He was motionless without any changes.