If a fight were to break out, it would be sheer madness.
Ximen Changfeng now felt he was incredibly wise; perhaps the most correct decision he had ever made in his life was giving the Heroic Sword to Su Xuan.
"Trapped Dragon Array!"
The Upper-level Ninja shouted, and suddenly, pitch-black chains rushed from different directions towards Su Xuan.
Su Xuan swiftly dodged, the Heroic Sword in his hand wielding unmatched might, slicing through the chains, leaving them broken and scattered on the ground.
"Ahh..."
Suddenly, screams filled the air; for Su Xuan, this so-called Trapped Dragon Array was a joke—especially when he wielded a Divine Weapon. Even without the Heroic Sword, the array wouldn't confine him. His Ancestor Returning power was not something a mere few Lower-level Ninjas could withstand.
The Heroic Sword, emanating Cold Qi, slashed through a Lower-level Ninja's throat, freezing the wound instantaneously, preventing even a drop of blood from spurting out.
