s the bane of Liu Hongs iron fists . No matter how much strength he had, it would all be useless if he could not land a blow . Li Qingshan could block the swords of regular disciples, but he could not block the sword of a mighty second-rate master like him .

Li Qingshan recognised this as well, and he could clearly sense that Yang Anzhis sword was not like the fine, steel swords wielded by the regular disciples . Against an opponent like that, it was impossible for him to flee . He could only confront them head-on .

As the two of them faced off against one another, the restaurant suddenly felt quiet . The killing aura was suffocating .

Clang!

Yang Anzhi drew his sword from his sheathe . It shone coldly as it swept towards Li Qingshan .

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