"I'd like to see you die!"
Cao Ang, who was sitting on the ground, panted heavily. He stared at Han Muye, who was wrapped in the torrent, and laughed sinisterly.
"The earth lineage has a spirit. My Cao family has nurtured the Earth Spirit of this Mystic Jade Steel for hundreds of years. Originally, my Cao family was prepared to use this earth spirit to refine a Dharma treasure."
Cao Ang laughed maniacally. He slowly stood up and looked at the spiritual light wrapped around him turning into a ball of light.
"I'm the direct descendant of the Cao family. No one objects to me using this treasure, right?
"When the earth spirit devours your soul and body, I'll use you to refine my sword.
"Aren't you good at appraising swords? You should like it if I refine you into a sword, right?"
Han Muye didn't care how Cao Ang laughed outside the ball of light.
