"Arrogant!"
Seeing that he had already tried so hard to be accommodating, and yet the cultivator from the Immortal Sect across from him remained so unrelenting, even uttering such wild claims, the Six-eyed Lord could no longer bear it.
"Very well, very well, if you are so bent on seeking death, I will oblige you," he said, unable to suppress a laugh of exasperation.
Then, without wasting any more words, he reached out his hand and summoned a soul-cleaving great saber, wrapped in black demonic light, which hung in front of him, pointing towards Yi Dancheng.
"Had this been done earlier, wouldn't it have been better? It would have spared me the trouble of wasting words," he said.
Yi Dancheng, upon seeing this, let out a long howl, stretched out his right hand, and with a flash of golden light, a yellow wooden iron staff was grasped within his hands.
Lu Yuan had in his possession three Immortal Artifacts.
