“The sword techniques of the Sword Sect are nothing great!” Xu Yan gently wiped off the remnants of fresh blood on his sword with his finger as he gazed at Dong Wushang that stood before him and spoke indifferently.

Dong Wushang gazed at Zhao Hanyue but saw that she was steadily losing ground before Ghostarm. He immediately took a deep breath while a wisp of a resolute expression flashed in his eyes. After that, the profound energy within his body surged madly while his stomach ...