A Brief Confrontation

Ding Beichun grinned, his eyes never leaving the Tarot Divine Sword. "Don't worry. There's no True Sword that I, Ding Beichun, can't handle."

"Speaking of which, to be able to use such a True Sword, Brother Jian must have already comprehended his own Sword Dao."

The Young Emperor smiled and then raised his eyebrows. "Beichun, if I say that his Sword Dao and Sword Intent will definitely not be inferior to your Master's in the future, would you believe me?"

Ding Beichun raised his head and looked at Jian Wushuang in disbelief. "Surpass my Master? Brother Yan, don't joke with me. So far, I've never seen anyone who can surpass my Master in the Sword Dao."

"Then you've seen it now," the Young Emperor said.

The light in Ding Beichun's eyes grew brighter. "Brother Jian, you're a Sword Immortal?"

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang shook his head and smiled bitterly. "I can't be considered a Sword Immortal. At most, I have my own comprehension of Sword Dao."