"How dare you!"
A furious roar and a blinding blade light slashed across the air, its cold glint causing even Ye Rong to feel a sense of danger.
Within this blade light, four colors rotated and transformed, wicked and hard to defend, ultimately fixed on a blood-red color.
As Ye Rong's Hundred Spirits' Immortal-Slaying Sword blocked, he even felt an evenly-matched sense, knowing that previously when the sword light touched the players, it was unstoppable and easily repelled everyone's sword light.
The advantage of a Tenth Order Flying Sword was not easily blocked by any flying sword; some inferior quality flying swords even risked breaking during the battle.
"Damn! This 'Watermelon Is So Big' actually hid such an expert in their team. If I had been careless and caught off guard, I might really have been successfully ambushed, killed right at the entrance of my own branch's dwelling. That would be too humiliating!"
