Chapter Ninety Three : Bonds Betrayed, Blades Drawn
Song Bufan's talent was considered exceptional—but nowhere near the level of a true prodigy.
Among his generation, not to mention the three most powerful—Ninth Prince Su Xinyan and the Sixth Princess—
Even those just below them, like Meng Ping'e, Zheng Guan, Wu Wendong, and Xiao Hanxing, were far superior to Song Bufan.
At this moment, his ability to fight evenly against the second eldest of the Qingshan Three Bandits was only because of his powerful cultivation techniques and superior weaponry.
His actual cultivation was merely at the mid-stage of Purple Palace Realm, and yet he was battling someone at the late-stage.
Still, all he could do was fight to a draw. Victory—let alone killing his opponent—was simply impossible.
Sweating profusely, Song Bufan fought cautiously. Suddenly, he heard the cry for help from the one he loved—and his mind faltered.
"Qingqiu, hold on a little longer! I'm coming!"
