"Trash! If there's a next life, remember to take a detour if you encounter someone strong like me. Otherwise, you'll just keep on dying no matter how many lives you have!" Yang Wu flew out like a gust of wind and soon arrived near Duan Ling Tian in just a blink of an eye.
His disdainful words resonated in the air, accompanied by a three-foot-long blade.
Whoosh!
The three-foot-long blade slashed across the sky and quickly transformed into a seven-foot-long sword ray. It felt dismal and cold as the energy wave swept toward Duan Ling Tian as though it could pierce through everything.
"Hundred Inscriptions Saint Sword!" Many people could tell the three-foot-long blade in Yang Wu's hands was a Hundred Inscriptions Saint Weapon when they sensed the dangerous aura it emitted. Its force would not have been so strong if it was not a Hundred Inscriptions Saint Weapon!
Whoosh!
