Faced with Turk's cold question, Wang Xiao did not say anything and only shrugged noncommittally.
Clang!
With a crisp sound, the long sword at the waist of the [Undead Swordsman] was unsheathed half an inch. The surrounding cold wind suddenly became intense!
"If that's the case, things will be a little difficult…"
Turk grinned with a troubled expression, and his eyes flickered as he looked at Wang Xiao. "I originally only wanted to kill you and take back the holy beast, but since you killed Brewer, I have to capture you alive to face the judgment of the Holy Court."
"Holy Court?"
Wang Xiao raised his eyebrows. This was the first time he had heard these two words. "It seems a little unnecessary, right? Even if you can capture me back, I would still die in the end."
Turk nodded, his face suddenly showing some pity. "But if I were you, I would rather die in battle than be judged by the Holy Court."
