"Big words, but can you even back your words, human?" Qin Ao snorted and once again pounced at Wang Ling. Along the way he picked up the sword that he had dropped on the ground and brandished it at the arrogant Wang Ling who responded by taking out a dark short sword and swinging it without any hesitation.
"Disappear you bastard." Words cold as ice had been uttered and with a single swing of his natal weapon Wang Ling broke the sword being held onto him in two pieces.
Qin Ao's eyes widened in disbelief. But the next thing he did was grab his neck as a red slit was formed. Blood slowly escaped his wounds but it did not spurt out as it was not too deep.
