"Such big words, kid. Aren't you afraid you'll bite your tongue?" Changsun Can flashed in front of Changsun Hongxuan and sneered.
"Chiang Xue, go. Kill him," Zhang Bin commanded, his voice brimming with murderous intent.
"Kill..."
A sharp Flying Sword materialized in Chiang Xue's hand, thrusting viciously at Changsun Can's throat. A piercing whine filled the air, accompanied by an overwhelming murderous aura. Her speed was incredible, beyond description. The Flying Sword in her hand had originally belonged to the American expert, Dickens. It was a Middle-Grade Magical Treasure of exceptional sharpness.
"You're courting death," Changsun Can roared in anger. He grabbed Changsun Hongxuan with his left hand and retreated swiftly. At the same time, a yellow sword materialized in his right, emanating an incredibly cold, murderous aura as he viciously slashed at Chiang Xue's sword.
CLANG!
