Lin Xiang calmly smiled. His gaze swept past the swirling sword Dao atmosphere, directly saying, "Your sword Dao has nice some nice, sharp edges. But that's about it. You and practically everyone else here is a dull blade, lacking a true sharp edge to pierce through everything. The sword is meant to slice any and everything daring to stand in its path."
His words came out as if he had been an experienced master of the sword for all of his life.
Chang and Zeng Cheng were the only ones who seriously listened, thinking about how they could refine their divine sword's sharp edges.
While the other faction members furrowed their brows in irritation.
For Lin Xiang who has a younger skeletal age than all of them and not even a real sword Dao cultivator, his words seem full of hot air, absolutely worthless to everyone here.
Jin Zan's gaze went terrifyingly cold. "Is that right? We lack sharp edges and are dull?"
'Chi!'