“Clank!” A saber intent manifested even though the blade was still in its sheath. It hovered above Li Qiye, ready to cut off his head. 

People couldn't help but shudder at the bone-chilling saber intent - an indication of the youth’s might.

The shouting crowd shut their mouth right away and focused on watching the fight.

“Fine, since you wish to fight, Fellow Daoist, start.” The wild child had a firm grasp on his saber, not hiding his murderous intent towards Li Qiye at all. The...