“There’s no need.” Zhang Haochen contemplated for a second and shook his head. After all, it wasn’t easy for them to request the assistance of an esteemed master to make a move. Moreover, his hatred for Huang Xiaolong was not to an extreme degree. 

After all, the cripple was someone his sister had saved.

While things were going down in the physician’s courtyard, Zhang Wenyue had already arrived in the Elegant Courtyard. When she arrived, Huang Xiaolong was practicing his Final Boundless Sword Art.

She stared at Huang Xiaolong in shock when she felt the dense sword qi that filled the courtyard.

This…?

As a swordswoman, she could tell with a glance that his swordplay was extraordinary. Of course, she was a mere God King, and she couldn’t tell the intricacies behind it. Despite that, she stood rooted to the ground as she stared at Huang Xiaolong moving...