Breaking past the Guardian

Seeing Yi Yun unsheath his sword, the azure-clothed youth chuckled, "You managed to handle my two attacks several days ago. You could have entered the third level back then, but you chose not to. Instead, you have coming again and again to challenge me. What is that for?"

"Handle your attacks?" Yi Yun shook his head, "It is at most being able to withstand your attacks, and not handle them. In this Great Empress mystic realm, you are like my shadow. A portion of your sword Dao comes from me, so you are like my mirror. With you, I can also see my own flaws."

As Yi Yun spoke, his aura expanded. Seeing this scene, the azure-clothed youth looked taken-aback. Having not seen Yi Yun for two days, he could feel that Yi Yun's aura had a tiny change. It seemed to contain an indescribable sharpness.

"You aren't satisfied handling two of my sword attacks? Could it be that you want to defeat me?"