The ninth elder looked at ding Chunming with an ashen face. He knew very well what kind of gang the tide-observing gang was. It was just a small gang formed by ascendants who used poison and sneak attacks to attack them and won by luck. Now, he actually said that they were not worthy of being his enemy. This was simply an insult to him.
The ninth elder snorted coldly. With a move of his hand, the long sword that had been flying beside him all this while stabbed straight at ding Chunming. He wanted to teach ding Chunming a lesson.
Ding Chunming stood there, looking at the longsword flying towards him. When the longsword was about to reach him, he moved his hand and the huge sword in his hand hit the longsword flying towards him as if he was swatting a fly. The longsword was directly hit away by him and flew far away like a baseball that had been hit with all its might.
