Blows exchanged

Gan Keming. Liu Sumeng was able to recall the name.

The red-robed Gan Keming grinned, holding out an outstretched hand. Light glowed from behind him, that same vivid, bleeding red. A stream of butterflies flew from behind his head and gathered at his palm.

Gan Kemign was a self-proclaimed master of all martial arts, but he enjoyed most besting people at what there were most known for.

The swarming butterflies congregated into the shape of a long blade, perfectly mimicking Mingshui in size, shape and make. The only thing that seemed to differ was color. The blade was scarlet rather than silver and the hilt an ebony black.

The Ivory Sword Saint drew the blade. And two swords were pointed at each other.