"Charge!"
Borgia was the first to rush out, wielding a weapon—an European-style longsword, with a slender blade and a sharp tip like a needle.
Whoosh!
Flapping his wings, Borgia flickered through the air a few times and arrived right in front of Xiao Zheng with incredible speed, thrusting his sword at Xiao Zheng's throat!
The cold light flickered, sword light like stars, with extremely powerful force. This thrust could penetrate even a steel stone wall in front of it.
Borgia's face lit up with excitement. This Evil God indeed was strong, but had been injured before, and might not dodge it.
If he could wound a Martial Saint, spreading such fame would shake the entire Blood Clan and he would be revered by countless people.
Clang!
However, just at that moment, Xiao Zheng merely extended two fingers and easily clamped the slender longsword.
"What?"
Borgia was suddenly shocked, quickly pulling back the sword, but to his horror, he found that the longsword didn't move an inch!
