The Nine-headed Golden Lion looked at Qingfeng with a ray of murderous intent in its eyes, and it said, "Since you want to die, then don't blame me for being harsh. I'll kill you even if I use up my life."
Qingfeng shook his head and said with disdain, "All you know is how to brag. You just said how powerful you were, but I managed to chop off two of your heads. Try and use your super power then, I want to see just how powerful an upper grade demonic saint can really be."
Qingfeng had now acquired the Yin-Yang Sword technique, and his confidence was greatly boosted. He wasn't afraid of the Nine-headed Golden Lion standing across from him at all. He wanted to see what kind of super power force this guy really had.
