Subdued

Ding!

Ling Han's arm collided with the treasured sword. Origin Power ripples clearly couldn't be seen, yet a chain of sparks burst as if two metal weapons were clashing.

Yuan Cheng He was immediately dumbfounded. You dang weirdo, you're actually able to resist seventh-tier Spirit Tool head on?

"How can your body be so hard," he cried out.

"If I'm not a bit kickass, how can I be your boss?" Ling Han said with a smile.

"You really got full of it." Yuan Cheng He snorted. "I admit that your physical body is extremely hard, but that's all it is. To defeat me, that alone won't' be enough!"

"Ling Han smiled slightly, and said, "You've got so much superfluous talk, got to change it in the future. I like people that prefer action over words."

"Dream on!" Yuan Cheng He shouted, and raised his long sword. "Seven Swords Descend Mountain Yin, the second style, Unleashing a Horde of Ghosts!"