"You are very strong, but claiming you can defeat Lu Li in three moves is somewhat arrogant."
Jian Yinhe frowned deeply, coldly staring at the Sword Demon in front of him, then asked, "May I ask, who exactly are you? Why are you blocking my way?"
"I... am nameless and surname-less..."
The Sword Demon shook his head; he had long forgotten his real name, after all these years, he had always been called the Sword Demon.
"Nameless and surname-less?"
Jian Yinhe was taken aback, his eyes flickered with coldness, and he instinctively prepared to draw his sword.
"If you must call me something, then call me Sword Demon! Everyone else calls me by that name. For thousands of years, that's how others have referred to me."
With his hair hanging down messily, the Sword Demon appeared somewhat disheveled; he seriously stared at Jian Yinhe and solemnly said, "Yes, calling me Sword Demon will do."
