"Oh? You still have a hidden trump card?"
Zhao Huai'an's sudden deep voice made Yun Xiao feel somewhat excited. To be honest, with his current strength, dealing with a cultivator only one level higher than himself wouldn't take much effort.
However, the Zhao Family is a first-class force on the Tenglong Continent, and surely they wouldn't only have people like Zhao Huai'an. He wanted to understand the Zhao Family's combat methods as much as possible. Since they've already become enemies, there might be opportunities for big confrontations in the future.
Swish!
After Yun Xiao's words, Zhao Huai'an extended his right hand, and everyone saw a three-foot-long sword exuding a green light already in his right palm, emitting a distinctive aura.
"This is the Qingming Sword, three feet nine inches long, two inches six parts wide, obtained from Qingming Mountain of the Zhao Family twenty years ago. For twenty years, I've fed it with essence blood, and now it is one with me!"
