Wu Zong Lian wanted Ling Xiao dead.
Because he could feel that if Ling Xiao lived, during tomorrow's four-faction martial arts meet, their Sword King Sect was definitely going to be unlucky.
This man was simply a madman, a powerful madman, truly capable of anything.
Ling Xiao turned his head and glanced at Wu Zong Lian, "In a hurry to die? Don't worry, your wish will soon be granted!"
One couldn't help but wonder what expressions would cross the faces of the Sword King Sect when five of their competitors have been reduced by two by Ling Xiao during tomorrow's meeting.
Ling Xiao was actually quite looking forward to it.
"You still want to kill my Sword King Sect Disciples? You won't have a chance!"
Elder Chen snorted coldly, and with a flick of his longsword, he thrust at Ling Xiao again.
Ling Xiao regarded Elder Chen, his body rapidly undergoing a transformation—he had entered his Human-Dragon Form.
Although his cultivation level had improved, and so had his combat strength.
