At the edge of the battlefield, the swordsman stood with his sword in his hands.
He wasn't near the border of Great Xia. They didn't need him there.
"Human, don't go too far!"
Suddenly, an unusually hoarse voice sounded. One could only hear the voice, but one could not see the person's face.
"Oh? How am I going overboard?"
The swordsman lowered his eyes and asked lightly.
"Our descendants have made mistakes and should be killed, but you should return their corpses!"
"Haha." The swordsman sneered." If you want to eat it, then eat it. What corpse?" That's the spoils of war of Great Xia. What does it have to do with you?"
"You!"
The voice was furious.
"Hmm?"
The swordsman raised his eyebrows slightly and gently pushed his thumb. The sword in his arms was unsheathed for about an inch.
"You also want to stand out?"
The voice suddenly stopped.
"Humph!" The swordsman snorted and sheathed his sword.
