"It seems I need to take you seriously." Chu Yi's gaze was firm, the edge of his sword glinting with a cold light.

A hint of wariness flashed in Xu Yang's eyes, but they were still full of mockery. "Do you think just because you've condensed a Nascent Soul, you're invincible? I'm not that easy to deal with."

Chu Yi didn't respond. His figure flickered like lightning, and the sword edge slashed toward Xu Yang.

The two clashed in the ancient forest, chaotic sword energy exploding in the air.