777 Ximen Chuixue (2/2)
One Emperor was unperturbed by the gazes of the people on him. His eyes were locked on the person who spoke to him just now, and he asked, ”What do you mean by them never coming out?”
”Urk…” The slightly plump player became nervous. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he answered tentatively, ”Many people knocked on the door in the past, but no one ever answered.”
One Emperor frowned.
He turned his head around to listen, and it was just as the plump player said, the sounds of swords being drawn in the courtyard continued. There was no sign of it ever stopping or of anyone coming to open the door.
”You refuse to open the door, huh?”
No hint of displeasure could be seen on One Emperor's face.
Just when the players around him began speculating whether One Emperor will give up or will do something else, they saw One Emperor calmly bring out a longsword with a golden sheath.
The players on both sides were so shocked that they sucked in sharp breaths.
'Does One Emperor intend to force his way in?'
The latter used his actions to answer the questions in the hearts of the players around him. He held his sword hilt in his right hand, and when a clear and airy sword whine rose, he slowly drew half of his sword out.
A cold and ghastly sword glare mixed with a sword will that filled the air caused the people in the alley to sense a great pressure. They held their breaths and did not even dare breathe loudly as they just stared at One Emperor's actions.
At that moment, those who were observant finally noticed as One Emperor made that sword whine when he drew his sword, the sounds in the courtyard suddenly vanished, and soon, the sounds of footsteps rose.
Clang!
The door that had been shut for one year suddenly opened from within.
Whoosh!
Countless gazes were gathered on him like spotlights, and they were fixed on the teenager who looked no older than eighteen years old.
There were still a few droplets of sweat on the teenager's face, and his clothes were drenched. Once he opened the door, he surveyed the area with an incredibly indifferent gaze. In the end, his eyes landed on One Emperor, who had already sheathed his sword. ”You're the one who drew the sword?”
His voice was cold, crisp, and also held a faint hint of hostility.
One Emperor smiled faintly and said, ”Is this Senior Ximen's abode?”
”I don't know what you mean Ximen or whoever it is you're referring to.” The teenaget was a little impatient. He interrupted One Emperor and said, ”My master said that the sound you made when you drew your sword is too grating to the ears, and he told me to come and fight against you.”
His words were very simple.
”You're Senior Ximen's disciple?”
”Duh!”
One Emperor did not treat this as a sign of disrespect. Instead, he smiled. ”Since you're Senior Ximen's disciple, then you have the right to fight against me. Let me see just how great is the disciple taught by the legendary Sword Demon.”
”Attack.”
”Me?” One Emperor laughed. He could naturally tell that this teenager should be a player, not an NPC, and the number of players who could make him attack first could be counted on one hand.
But the teenager in front of him asked him to draw his sword first...
The teenager's gaze was incredibly determined and serious!
One Emperor drew his longsword casually with a resigned sigh.
Yet right when he drew his longsword, the teenager's eyes suddenly turned incredibly sharp.
”That's not how you draw the sword!”
Clang!
They could not see the teenager's movements at all. A dazzling snowflake instantly arrived in front of One Emperor.