"You!"

Mu Xue's face screwed up in anger.

Clang!

A howl of a sword rang out. The sword hanging on her waist was instantly pulled out, and it was flashing dangerously.

"When I use this Demon Dancing Sword without a hitch. My father directly refined it into a divine weapon. Then you robbed it, and made it covered in dust for a long time. Today, it will shine again. Zhang Hanyang, you were once an Invincible Grand Master. But now you've ...