“Not bad.” The Dao King raised his eyes at the stroke and nodded.

“Just not bad?” Jian Bu’er stopped, his sword less than a millimeter away from the Dao King’s forehead. It was close enough to cut hair.

“Indeed, not bad,” the Dao King nodded again.

“Then I won’t hold back with my second stroke.” Jian Bu’er shifted and took several steps backward.

“Come at me with everything you have.” The Dao King waved his hand.

Jian Bu’er took a few more steps back before his rusty sword exploded with radiance, illuminating the void. He struck at the Dao King again, an open and aboveboard move that encompassed everything he knew about...