Han Muye's words made Chen Shaodong burst into hearty laughter as the three-foot-long sword in his hand emitted a cold light, instantly darting forward.
In front of him, the sword light of Zhu Lie's Jade Night Sword ignited once more, carrying a chilling glare that one could not look at directly.
Respect or contempt?
He couldn't even be bothered to answer.
My sword is my attitude.
As Chen Shaodong and Zhu Lie slashed down with their swords, the foreign race self-proclaimed as being from Daqinei had a gloomy expression, swinging his long spear viciously.
Within a hundred miles, countless greenish-blue immortal lights of blood qi converged, turning into an ice-blue, four-legged armored dragon before it squarely met the sword light from Zhu Lie's Jade Night Sword.
From Han Muye's perspective, if the full power of the Jade Night Sword were to be unleashed, this four-legged dragon would surely be cloven in twain with a single blow.
