"Oh? Why should I?"
Qin Jun asked playfully. The last time at the Immortal Tomb in the Southern Domain, he had allowed the Sword Master to take away the Soul-Returning Pill, considering it repayment for a past lifesaving grace.
But now, Qin Jun would show no mercy.
He didn't want the Sword Master's life; he just wanted to intimidate the Sword Master and make him understand that during the Hundred Heroes Conference, you must give me face!
Upon hearing this, the Sword Master's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and the atmosphere on the battlefield instantly became tense.
The sword formation suddenly stopped. The myriad sword shadows flew back into the clouds above, as if rewinding a film, and the apocalyptic pressure also dissipated quickly.
Sun Wukong, who was approaching Hua Yijian, let out a sigh of relief, then twisted his neck and stretched, acting as if nothing had happened.
Hua Yijian watched, his mouth twitching, beginning to harbor feelings of dread for this monkey demon.
