Then, he raised his head and looked at the young man who was as graceful as an immortal. He said softly, "That's right."
The young man was slightly stunned. Then, he said in a clear voice, "There's no point in talking any further. Will you give me your head of your own accord, or will I take it myself?"
Jian Wushuang was depressed and began to suspect that he had a body constitution that attracted trouble.
He had walked step by step until now, and there were countless people who wanted to kill him all the time. Now, this guy who came from nowhere wanted to take his head off. This made Jian Wushuang angry. "You want my head? I'm afraid you have the heart but not the strength!"
The young man sneered, "Then I'll come and take it."
"I'm the Sword Immortal, Ding Baiyi. I don't kill nameless people. Tell me your name, and I'll take your life."
"Jian Wushuang," Jian Wushuang said coldly as an invisible long sword appeared in his hand.
