Despite Heavenly Monarch Wan Zhu still being at a distance, the eight spider legs suddenly appeared, insidiously and abruptly over the enemy's head.
Heavenly Monarch Wan Zhu had abandoned the last trace of maintaining a cordial relationship.
The Dari Swordsmen are all madmen!
They care neither for fame nor profit, nor do they require friendships or subordinates. What they desire and need most is your life!
This fundamental conflict left no room for conversation.
"A dog?"
"Indeed, a demonic trickster, spewing nothing but filth."
Jiang Ding looked unsurprised by this.
Clang!
The Taiqing Flying Sword unsheathed, naturally becoming the focal point of the Sunlight Beams that converged from thousands of miles away, a place where a billion golden lights gathered, bright and dazzling.
In an instant, the Taiqing Flying Sword traced a nine-kilometer-wide regulatory arc above Jiang Ding's head.
