Jiang Ding's brows deeply furrowed.
Great Sun Sword Pavilion, as the strongest and most brutal enemy Xianmen Sect had encountered in recent times, had killed countless Fairy Gate citizens, piling up enough bones and corpses to cover an entire planet.
Yet many old predecessors who had formed deep-blooded feuds were still alive.
Bearing the title "Dari Swordsman" might attract hostility.
But nicknames, the more you oppose them, the more certain unscrupulous people take delight in using them.
"Let's peacefully grow as the Dari Swordsman..."
"Golden Knife Formation! Go!"
But this little fatty was very cunning, suddenly attacking while he was still speaking.
Spiritual energy from heaven and earth fluctuated, suddenly condensing around Jiang Ding into thirty-six palm-sized golden knives, interconnected by a formation system, howling as they slashed towards the center.
If hit, it would be difficult to keep a piece of flesh larger than a finger intact on a well-put-together person.
