"Spare our lives?"
The person with the long sword hanging at his waist revealed a hint of mocking smile, "Do you even know who we are?"
"This one..." the man with the long sword gestured towards the person holding two snow-white long blades, said, "is the West Mountain Beiliang King, Dual Blades!"
"This one..." he then pointed to the person who had crushed the ground with a single foot, "is Dongnan, the Godly-legged King!"
"As for me," he pointed to himself, "I am not someone remarkable, but thanks to the recognition from the friends in Jianghu, they gave me a nickname, called Rain Mist Sword God, Nie Jiujian."
Nie Jiujian finished introducing these people, the corner of his mouth carried a mocking smile, as he looked at Xiao Zheng, "Hearing these names, do you still think you can spare our lives?"
Xiao Zheng sneered dismissively, saying something that greatly changed everyone's expressions, "What a bunch of messy weeds, never heard of them."
"You..."
