Long Jingtian's face twisted into a ferocious expression, and he chuckled darkly, speaking to the two men beside him, "Brothers, this man actually wants to stop me from getting the map, how should we deal with him?"
One of the men, his face covered in pockmarks, with a defiant expression, coldly said, "Then kill him."
Before his words had fully faded, a terrifying sword light appeared out of the void, reaching half a meter in front of Zhang He in an instant. The armed police soldiers were terrified, firing their guns continuously, but the tide-like bullets, upon reaching half an inch from Long Jingtian and his two associates, abruptly stopped in mid-air, floating eerily.
At the same time, a dragon's chant resounded from the void, followed by an explosion of blinding light.
Long Jingtian felt his arm go numb, and his body moved involuntarily backward three or four steps, his expression becoming extremely unsightly.
"You can still use the flying sword?"
