"Heh heh, under the heavens, there aren't many strong enough to face you openly."
That white-haired elder was undoubtedly Dugu Qiubai, who stared at the Carefree Dao Monarch and said with a smile.
As a Supreme Swordsman, Dugu Qiubai's sword was fundamentally different from that of other swordsmen.
Because, once Dugu Qiubai unsheathed his sword, there were almost none under the heavens who could withstand it.
Such is the disparity!
Dugu Qiubai's swordsmanship had long been cultivated to the realm of Man and Sword as One, even Unity of Heaven and Man.
It can be said that as a swordsman, Dugu Qiubai could see landscapes unseen by other swordsmen; this is the distinction and disparity.
"Ancestral Master..."
Linghu Chong immediately displayed a face full of shame.
"This matter is not your fault."
Dugu Qiubai faintly smiled, casually waved his hand, and said, "After all, you are simply no match for him."
"That sword that defeated Ximen Piaoxue earlier, was it unleashed by you?"
