"You should not have declined," said Fan Jianxian coldly.
"Don't tell me, you really think you're qualified to be my teacher?" scoffed Jian Wushuang.
In Saint's Tomb, Crimson Stone Saint wanted to take him as his personal disciple so much that he even offered to give him extremely attractive benefits, but Jian Wushuang was not interested at all.
Who did Fan Jianxian think he was?
"That's also true. However, since you're not my disciple, you'll have to die today!" Fan Jianxian still sounded cold.
Just as his voice faded, Fan Jianxian's pale hand had reached for the green sword behind his back.
Schwang!
As the long sword was unsheathed, a bolt of stunning sword essence shot through the void as though a gigantic dragon had woken up.
Fan Jianxian single-handedly swung the green sword and swept sideways.
Whoosh!
A piercing green sword-light furiously sliced towards Jian Wushuang.
