Duan Zhengyang looked at Li Xin, "I see you're not a body cultivator, what weapon do you use? Take it out."
Li Xin smiled slightly, "I don't use weapons much, no need to be polite, just use what you're best at."
Duan Zhengyang frowned. Although the opponent's body techniques were very good, Duan Zhengyang still thought the opponent might not be a body cultivator. However, if the opponent doesn't care, then there's nothing for him to worry about either.
Duan Zhengyang drew his sword from its sheath and instantly seemed like a different person. The long sword pointed at Li Xin, the tip trembling slightly as if it sensed its owner's battle intent.
"The sword is named Leiyu, my Destiny Sword."
As soon as he finished speaking, Spiritual Ability erupted, and the pressure suddenly bore down on Li Xin. Duan Zhengyang's eyes, sharp as an eagle, searched for any flaw in Li Xin's aura. Yet, Li Xin just stood there, seemingly unaffected by the pressure.
