"A gift from your little wife?"
Chen Yao, who had already retreated to the side, heard this. A frosty look spread across her beautiful face. 'You should have just kept your mouth shut!'
After the words left his mouth, Zhou Fan also realized they were a bit much. 'But,' he thought, 'since Cyan Dragon already announced the origin of his sword, wouldn't I lose face if I didn't say anything?'
"Ahem, who gave it to me isn't important. As long as it's the sword that cuts you down, it's a good sword!" Zhou Fan coughed awkwardly, forcing an explanation.
The next instant, Zhou Fan and Cyan Dragon's eyes narrowed simultaneously. They unleashed their top speed and charged at each other, intent on killing.
Each clash of their longswords produced a sound that would make anyone's heart pound with panic. Yet, the two fighters seemed unaffected, continuing to go all out.
