"Those who were not qualified can only look on in despair?"
Upon hearing this, numerous Sword Principle experts suddenly had an odd look on their faces.
Obviously, Jian Wushuang was mocking Su Ming. After all, Su Ming had possessed the Heart-killing Sword for thousands of years, but he had not been able to bind it.
"How bold!" Su Ming said, as a silver of coldness flashed through his beautiful face.
He stared at Jian Wushuang. "It's been a long time since someone dared talk to me like this. Since you've said so much, you won't be able to leave here."
"Even if I had not said those words, you would not let me go, right?" Jian Wushuang wore a cold smile. "Su Ming, you don't have to pretend to be noble. If you want the Heart-killing Sword, make your move."
"Since you are courting death, I will make your dream come true," Su Ming said. Then a sword appeared in his hands.
