"Whoosh, whoosh..."
A longsword emitting a green glow came swiftly, hovering in front of the purple-clothed woman with its tip pointing straight at her chest.
"Dare to call yourself Grand Aunt in front of I, Divine Sword? I think you're tired of living."
"Heh."
The purple-clothed woman sneered, "Oh, who could it be? Just a broken iron sword with a Sword Spirit."
The Creation Divine Sword had never been so ridiculed by anyone since following Yan Rufeng.
"Broken iron sword!"
The Creation Divine Sword was furious.
"You little brat, congratulations, you've successfully angered I, Divine Sword. I, Divine Sword, have decided to leave a hundred sword scars on your face before piercing your heart with one strike."
"Clang—"
A loud noise rang out, followed by a brilliant green light, causing the purple-clothed woman to involuntarily close her eyes.
"Xiao Jian, come back, stop messing around."
