"Stop putting on airs," Duan Yun said, admitting Ling Xiao's strength, which even made him – a martial artist at the Intermediate Stage of Trinity Heaven – feel the threat of death. "But facing four of us alone is simply seeking death!"
Duan Yun didn't want the morale on his side to wane, naturally, he had to say that.
Ling Xiao did not say anything more.
With a step forward, Sword Intent immediately released.
The terrifying Sword Intent, mixed with the stench of bloody slaughter, instantly made Duan Yun feel as though he stood upon a battlefield strewn with corpses.
"Goodness, to think you've achieved Minor Sword Intent, no wonder you, a mere Heavenly Pulse Warrior, are so powerful. Even I feel threatened!"
Duan Yun, after all, was worldly and discerning, instantly recognizing Ling Xiao's seamless and fearsome Sword Intent.
This Sword Intent transformed Ling Xiao into a sharp blade thrusting directly at him.
"It looks like Blood Skeleton truly underestimated him!"
