"That's right, I finally found a reason to kill you."
The Three Swords slowly lifted his head.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, yet his expression remained incredibly calm.
He slowly drew the longsword from the ground.
"I never kill the weak."
His longsword rose slowly, pointing at Yang Fei.
"And you are now worthy to die by my hand."
"Hey, get it straight. I'm the one who seriously injured you. I'm your opponent."
Shou Jing Gong couldn't help but glare.
As he spoke, he caressed the half-shaven part of his hair with immense distress.
"You're not worthy."
The Three Swords said plainly, retracting his longsword at the same time.
Shou Jing Gong immediately flew into a rage, his eyes widening.
"What the hell did you say? Do you believe I'll crush you within an inch of your life?"
The Three Swords chuckled and suddenly vanished into the distance.
Shou Jing Gong screamed and shouted.
"Don't you dare run! Who's not worthy now..."
