"If you want to fight, then let's fight!" Cui Yiming stared at his opponent, his aura bursting forth. Both were at the seventh level of Innate, so Cui Yiming wasn't afraid of him.

"Hahaha! They say the Dao Sect only survives under others' protection and that its disciples are useless, but I believe a leading sect should have the strength of a leader, not be filled with trash. Senior Brother, please enlighten me," Wang Bufeng said to Cui Yiming.

Cui Yiming's aura surged powerfully, and a long sword appeared in his hand. As he swung it, sword flowers flashed, covered by Martial Intent. The sword moved like a fierce wind, directly attacking Wang Bufeng.

Wang Bufeng's expression slightly tensed. This Sword Intent was sharp; though he was a prodigy, he had to be cautious in this battle.