Sword of Coming: Every Swing Makes Me Stronger, and I Challenge White Jade Capital Every Day!

“Were you even listening to what I just said?!” Chen Ping’an’s gaze burned as he stared intently at A Yao. “I understand the reasoning!” A Yao dug at his ear and squinted at him. “I’ll ask just one thing: are we cutting down Baiyu Jing today or not?” Chen Ping’an shook his head. “We are, but...” Before he could finish, A Yao turned into a streak of light and shot into the sky, cutting off the rest of his words. Watching that resolute figure disappear, Chen Ping’an gave his sleeve a sharp flick. “Some people simply can’t be taught!” He gritted his teeth, each word like a nail. “What a brute! The biggest brute in all the Vast World!” Ruan Xiu, standing opposite Chen Ping’an, had lost all her divine aura. Embarrassment showed plainly on her face as she rubbed her forehead and murmured: “My husband... well... he’s just... rather impulsive.” By now, A Yao stood atop the sky screen. He gazed beyond the heavens, the corner of his mouth lifting. With a single motion, he drew his sword. Its golden light shone like the moon, and its sword energy cleaved through the sky, tearing open a long gash in the sky screen. He stepped into the rift, his voice booming across both worlds: “Luopo Mountain’s chief retainer challenges Baiyu Jing to a sword duel today!” His words faded, and voices rang out from every direction: “You dog! Now that you’re here, don’t even think of leaving!” “Him again? How many times has it been this month?!” “Does he really think no one in the Qingming World can stop him?!” “Ha ha... Fellow Daoists, the brute has arrived. Come quickly and watch the spectacle!”