The Divine Sword Sect, in the hundreds of years since it was founded and established, naturally possessed a certain foundation.
Xie Yu had Leng Shuangning fetch him a porcelain bottle, and after taking a pill, his face soon flushed with a red glow.
Qiu Yibai shouted from the lake, "Who else dares to battle with me?"
Although the poison in Xie Yu's body had been expelled, he had sustained damage to his meridians. Hearing the arrogant provocation, he couldn't help but become infuriated, spurting out a mouthful of stifled blood and cursing under his breath, "Old bastard, may you meet a wretched end!"
He Hongtao was dripping with cold sweat, not expecting even the Young Sect Master of the Divine Sword Sect to be defeated, and so easily at that.
Qiu Yibai stared at him and said, "Hong Ye, I wonder if you have any objections to the conditions I've offered?"
