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"I, the Sword Saint, have roamed the world for decades. I have never seen such an arrogant person like you. Let me see if your sword is as sharp as your mouth!"

"Father, don't bother with him. He is just an ordinary person. Your son pleads you to let him go!" The male swordsman tightly held onto the leg of the Sword Saint's pants, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Scram, it's not your turn to interrupt!"

The Sword Saint kicked Jian Xiong away and pulled out the wide Scarlet Blood Sword.

"Li Dao, hurry up and admit your wrongs to my father. He will really kill you!" Jian Xiong was kicked away by the Sword Saint. At this moment, she had already arrived in front of Li Dao with tears streaming down her face.

"What are you crying for? Men don't cry easily. How did I, the Sword Saint, give birth to a trash like you?" The Sword Saint was holding the Intense Blood Sword and was infuriated.

Li Dao slanted his gaze at him. He did not know what was going on with Sword Saint since he treated his daughter as his son. Did he not see that?

"Jian Xiong, get up. Let me teach this arrogant father of yours a lesson." Li Dao extended his hand to wipe away the tears on Jian Xiong's face, revealing a gentle smile.

Although he had been injured by the old man at the border and could not use his full strength, he was still a grandmaster of martial arts. He was not someone that the half-step Sword Saint could compare to.

After these few days of recuperation, he was confident that he could suppress the Sword Saint.

"Li Dao, I beg of you, don't say anymore. Hurry up and apologize to my dad. He won't make things difficult for you." Jian Xiong pressed Li Dao's hand to his face as he pleaded. In her eyes, Li Dao was still an ordinary person who did not know any martial arts.

"Relax, I will definitely do what I promised. Since I said that I will teach him a lesson in your place, then I will never go back on my word." Li Dao patted the back of Jian Xiong's hand, giving her a reassured look.

"Good, very good. You dare to bewitch my son?" "Use your sword. I'll let you have three moves." The Sword Saint sneered. In his eyes, Li Dao was the same as Jian Xiong; he did not know the slightest bit of martial arts.

"I don't want you to give me three moves. If you can take three moves from me, then consider it my loss!" Li Dao chuckled as he unsheathed his sword.

"Since you're courting death, don't blame me for this!" The Sword Saint gritted his teeth as he squeezed his words out through the gaps between his teeth.

A sharp sword intent gushed out as the Sword Saint brandished his sword. A strong gale began to blow within the room.

"Dragon Riding Slash!"

With an explosive shout, the red sword qi was extremely sharp, able to pierce through metal.

Li Dao dragged his sword along as a green lotus appeared. The sword tip's azure sword aura constantly emanated from its body, easily tearing apart the crimson sword Qi released by the Dragon Riding Slash.

The Sword Saint's expression turned ugly as he spat out two words in an extremely serious manner, "A sword master!"

What? Jian Xiong was shocked. He knew very well what the four words' Grandmaster of the Sword Dao 'meant. The worry in her eyes disappeared as she beamed happily.

Li Dao chuckled and suppressed the blood Qi that was rampaging in his body as he swung his sword towards the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint felt like his soul was about to leave his body. He raised his sword to block.

Li Dao's three finger-wide sword clashed with the Fierce Blood Sword that was as wide as his palm.

Without a doubt, his long sword easily cut through the palm-sized Fierce Blood Sword. Jian Xiong's voice sounded, "Don't hurt my father!"

Li Dao turned around and smiled at Jian Xiong. He sheathed his sword and said, "This is the famous Fierce Blood Sword of the Sword Crafting City. I don't think so."

Sword Saint's face was stiff and his neck was red. Holding onto the hilt of his sword, he felt extremely awkward.

"You dare to call yourself a Sword Saint? In that case, do you think that I am worthy of being called the Sword Emperor?" Li Dao joked, secretly suppressing the blood energy in his body.

The Sword Saint's face flushed red as he struggled for a long time before replying, "I was blind to not recognize Mount Tai. Your esteemed self deserves the title of Sword Emperor!"

"Really? Then, do you know that I, the Sword Emperor, am not worthy to be your son's friend?" As Li Dao spoke, he winked at Jian Xiong, causing his face to turn red.

"I don't dare!" Sword Saint lowered his head and clenched his fists. The veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Li Dao ignored him and smiled at Jian Xiong, "Bro, I was saying goodbye to you in the first place. I didn't think that I would cause so much trouble. I hope I didn't cause you any trouble." "Alright, big brother is about to leave. Take care."

"Li Dao, I'll go with you!" Swordsman shouted, face like an apple.

"Stay well in the Sword Crafting City. I'll come back to see you once I finish my business." With that, Li Dao's silhouette had already disappeared.

Jianxiong ran to the door in search of Li Dao, but couldn't find him. She shouted, "Don't forget, you must come back and see me. I'll wait for you!"

"Don't worry, I, Li Jun, will never go back on my word." An echo came from the horizon and Jian Xiong's expression became dejected.

In the end, I still couldn't make you stay? You must remember what you said! The sword hero was incomparably depressed.

With a snort, he lifted his robe and left Jian Xiong's room with large strides. He had lost face in front of his son today.