Chapter 053 Fist_1

The air inside the courtyard became somewhat delicate, as the two senior brothers stared at each other, their sword qi formidable.

Sword cultivators are like this, not skilled in conversation; they prefer to speak with their swords rather than with words.

Right or wrong, righteous or biased—settle it with a fight to see clearly.

The two of them drew their swords, facing each other, their sword qi bursting forth.

Just then, "thump, thump," two dull sounds were heard, as two chicken bones hit their heads—one for each, in a remarkably fair division.

Both men immediately clutched their heads and squatted on the ground, tears nearly coming out. Their Immortal Swords clattered to the ground.

Outside the small courtyard, Elder Ge spat out a chicken bone, leaped up, and flew toward Qingyuan Main Peak.