Beiting Huang finished speaking, and with a light pat on his waist with his right hand, he grasped the flexible sword in his hand. As a surge of divine power coursed through his body, the originally pliant and snow-white flexible sword became rigid and straight. The tip of the sword gently scraped along the fissure on the ground that the Second Elder had created with divine power, and a hint of golden divine light flickered at the tip of the sword.
"All three of you come at me at once!" a clear yet chilling voice rang out over the entire camp.
What?
The people from Valley of Pills suddenly felt that something was amiss. Had Beiting Huang gone mad? He actually dared to accept the challenge issued jointly by the three elders? Was he out of his mind?
