"Die!"
Another shout of command!
With murderous intent reaching the sky, the Sword King slashed his sword at the severely injured and fallen Chen Chongyang.
However, at that moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the arena, extending a hand to block the Sword King's fatal blow.
"Amitabha, Sword King, please spare his life. Today is not the time to resolve the private grievances between Dragon Soul and the Heavenly Dao Alliance!"
As the words fell, the Shaolin monk extended a hand and slapped toward the sword light in the sky.
Sword King Sword Nine sheathed his sword and stood, coldly looking at the Shaolin monk below.
"Old Baldy, do you really want to oppose me for the sake of the Heavenly Dao Alliance's hypocrites?"
The Shaolin monk, hearing this, hurriedly brought his hands together in salute and said, "Amitabha!"
"Benefactor, you are too severe. I simply do not wish for the situation to worsen!"
