"You attacked him," Wangchen said. His voice was calm, but it carried the weight of a collapsing mountain. "You swung your sword at him."
"It was a duel!" Lu Jianheng shouted, his competitive spirit flaring. "He is a cultivator! He can defend himself!"
"He was unarmed," Wangchen countered. He took a step forward. The temperature in the garden dropped another ten degrees. The "Weed Section" was now becoming the "Tundra Section."
"If you want to test your sword," Wangchen raised his blade, pointing it at Lu Jianheng's heart, "test it on me. But if you point it at him again... I will shatter it."
Lu Jianheng stared at him. He felt the pressure. This guy... he was strong. stronger than the rumors.
A thrill of excitement went through the Sword Lord.
Finally. A real opponent.
"Fine," Lu Jianheng grinned, his eyes manic. "Let's see if your ice is harder than my resolve!"
He readied his stance. Wangchen readied his.
