Yue Qinglan's gaze turned icy.
"Old Sword God, do you think you can defeat me?"
Above her head, the Bell Furnace trembled with Dao patterns.
Its power caused constant ripples in the void, heading straight for the Old Sword God.
The Old Sword God raised a hand, and the Supreme Divine Sword, which had been pierced before Yang Yan, flew up.
It landed in his hand; he held the sword in one hand, concentrating in silence with the other.
The Dao Realm enveloped his body, blocking Yue Qinglan's attack.
"If you were your present self, I might not be your match.
But standing before me is your past self.
And what's hanging above is merely a replica of the Emperor Bell!
Were it a Holy Artifact, wielded by your past self,
you might still have a chance to win against me!
What a pity!
The Bell Furnace above your head has yet to reach the Holy Artifact level.
Your cultivation is not even half of what your current self possesses!
