Supreme Sword Sovereign

Gu Han glanced at Yang Ying, then at Chu Kuang. Chu Kuang's eyes instantly turned icy cold.

"You'll regret this!"

"Really?" Gu Han raised an eyebrow.

"Thinking of using your trump card?"

"Take a guess."

Chu Kuang's eyes grew even colder.

"Will I use it?"

"You guess too."

Gu Han suddenly laughed. "Did the Rooster Lord leave me a trump card?"

Their cryptic conversation left everyone confused.

Chu Kuang's pupils contracted, and he fell silent. He wasn't stupid. Gu Han's survival was naturally due to Chongming. Chongming had been clearing obstacles for Gu Han, intentionally or not, and his parting words clearly pointed Gu Han toward the path of cultivation. Given this relationship, it was reasonable to assume Chongming had given Gu Han some trump cards.

"Also," Gu Han smiled, "don't think I don't know your secrets! The Rooster Lord told me everything! It must have been painful when that senior cut off your Dao foundation with a single sword strike, right? Oh, and that senior also mentioned he might come out of seclusion to teach me some sword techniques. Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"

Chu Kuang's expression flickered, his face uncertain. He believed it! The matter of his Dao foundation being cut was known only to him, Chongming, and that sword cultivator. No fourth person knew the details! He was instantly convinced! Chongming must have left something for Gu Han!

Seeing his expression, Gu Han knew he had won the gamble! The shadow left by that mysterious sword cultivator in Chu Kuang's heart was unimaginably large!

"Brother Gu," Murong Yan was puzzled. "What were you whispering about?"

"Nothing!" Gu Han smiled. "We had a fight, and he lost!"

"Amazing!" Murong Yan praised, even though she didn't understand. "Brother, how did you develop such a sharp tongue? Did you cultivate some special divine ability?"