"Looking for me? I'm sorry, but I've been rather busy recently, dealing with so many losers rushing to be defeated by me, so I only had time to meet you now!"
Bai Xiaofan said apologetically with a smile, speaking to Fei Yang.
"You are arrogant, but the more arrogant you are, the more excited I get when I kill you. When I chop off your head and bring it back to my sect to claim credit, I wonder if you'll still be so arrogant?"
Fei Yang sneered, a Soft Sword appearing in his hand, his murderous gaze fixed on Bai Xiaofan.
"Many desire my head, Bai Xiaofan. What are you in comparison?"
Bai Xiaofan's eyes gradually turned cold as he arrogantly stared back at Fei Yang.
"Three swords, I only need three swords to kill you!"
Fei Yang proudly said, raising the Soft Sword in his hand, his eyes brimming with confidence.
"One sword, one sword is all I need!"
Bai Xiaofan said indifferently.
Hearing Bai Xiaofan's words, everyone instinctively moved aside.
