Memory

"Alright, it's your turn now." Finally, the tall young man came to the middle-aged man. He had wanted to Rob the others of their spirit stones, not let the middle-aged man go.

"I've already told you, even if you kill me, you can forget about taking a single spirit stone from me." The middle-aged man pressed on his wound with one hand and held the half-Broken Sword in the other. His eyes were spitting fire as he spoke.

"Are you even worthy of killing you?" The tall young man snorted contemptuously. He suddenly drew his sword and stabbed at the middle-aged man's Qi sea. He actually wanted to completely destroy his cultivation.

To a martial artist, this was even more ruthless than killing him.

The middle-aged man's face paled. This tall young man was clearly stronger than his companion. He was no match for him at all. However, he did not give in. Instead, he gritted his teeth and raised his Broken Sword.