"Long Yan, although I have this Sword Body Puppet, I am very reluctant to use it. Forcing me to this point is either your honor or your sorrow."
Jin Jiansheng sneered.
Indeed, he was the number one genius of Ancient Sword Gate and possessed a special physique. He had his own pride, using the Sword God Puppet was, in his opinion, a cowardly act that he despised.
But this doesn't mean he's willing to die at Long Yan's hands.
"Do you think that a mere Sword God Puppet can deal with me?"
Long Yan raised the corner of his mouth in a cold smile, saying, "I'll let you know what despair is."
As the words fell, four consecutive flashes of light appeared, and four Corpse Blood Divine Weapons appeared by his side. Each of the Corpse Blood Divine Weapons was no weaker than the Sword God Puppet. Four against one, even a fool would know the outcome.
"Look, what's that?"
