When Gu Dong grabbed the longsword, his entire demeanor suddenly changed, exuding a sharp aura. He had been practicing swordsmanship for over thirty years, far surpassing the mere decade or so these youngsters had.
"Don't say I'm bullying the young with the old. Go pick up a sword from the ground!" Gu Dong didn't strike immediately. He felt that if Fang Jueyu faced his sword with just a tree branch, winning wouldn't be honorable.
One must admit, these people from ancient martial sects held their reputation in high regard.
"No need. For someone of your meager strength, it doesn't matter whether I have a sword or not," Fang Jueyu said with immense confidence.
