"Ha..." Xiao Zhun laughed, "That's hard to say." He paused for half a second, his smile suddenly tinged with a hint of chill, "I only know... my sword has never considered dealing with anything other than 'humans'; and when it comes to dealing with 'humans,' or rather 'swordsmen'... I fear I'm more than a notch above you."
At this point, Xiao Zhun allowed his shoulders to sink, his sword-bearing hand slowly lowered.
This movement seemed very relaxed, very slow, but... as his sword was lowered, tip pointing to the ground, a burst of Sword Qi suddenly poured out, sharp as a gale's howl, and instantly left a gash in the green stone tiles of the drill ground.
Xiao Zhun's strange posture, or rather the move that couldn't even be called a "posture," changed Dugu Yong's expression.
