"Since it's a contest of three moves, and the third move has yet to be made, what makes you so certain, Saint Master, that your junior cannot force you to retreat?" Lu Qing said with a faint smile.
"Good, very good, indeed youthful vigor, like a calf unafraid of tigers."
Seeing such confidence in Lu Qing, the Third Saint nodded his head, his gaze becoming icy.
"If that's the case, then make your third move."
Upon saying this, the long sword trembled lightly, and a cool aura arose from within his heart.
Everyone witnessing this felt a sudden chill in their hearts.
Knowing that Lu Qing had repeatedly shown no deference, it seemed the Third Saint was truly angered.
The next clash was feared to be unlike the previous ones.
"Then, please be cautious, Saint Master."
Lu Qing assumed a starting position but didn't immediately attack.
Instead, he closed his eyes slightly, his heart and spirit immersing within his body, sensing finely.
