"Never mind whether it's real or fake, let's just kill them all," Nan Ming said, his gaze icy cold, a hint of ruthlessness flickering in his eyes.
"Sir, your courage is truly formidable,"
Guo Yuchun adjusted his emotions and said grimly.
He hadn't expected that rather than drawing out a Demon Sect master, he had instead drawn out a truly peerless swordsman.
At this moment, the Fa Xi Temple was teeming with numerous experts. To others, it was undoubtedly a dragon's den and a tiger's lair, yet this individual dared to delve deep, indicating extreme confidence within his heart.
An Jing smiled faintly, "Just hand over Xue Chen's body to me, and I shall turn hostility into friendship with the Cao Gang, pursuing no further grievances or grudges from then on. How about it?"
Everyone present was stunned upon hearing this.
"Ridiculous!"
Nan Ming scoffed coldly, "You killed my Yun Shan brothers; this enmity is irreconcilable. And you still harbor thoughts of not pursuing the Cao Gang?"
