Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

“Clang!”

Xu Ming turned around and struck with his sword. As the blades clashed in the night, sparks burst into the air. His opponent was sent flying several meters backward.

By the time the masked man steadied himself, Xu Ming’s sword was already at his brow.

The masked man twisted his head, narrowly dodging the strike, and sent a palm strike toward Xu Ming.

Xu Ming met it with a punch. Fist and palm collided, and both were thrown backward. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt

Xu Ming narrowed his eyes, studying the man before him.

The ordinary iron-forged sword in his hand now had a visible notch in the blade. While this sword was decent for a common weapon, it was still not enough.

But against this man, Xu Ming was confident. Even with a mere mortal blade, he could still kill him.

The masked man stared intently at Xu Ming.