Lin Du sneered, "Even a dragon with serious injuries wouldn't fear the ants."
The people around had strange expressions on their faces. Lin Dun was only mid-stage in power, whereas Xiahou Yingjie was in the early stage of the Martial King. It made sense for Xiahou Yingjie to confront Lin Dun, but his sudden change of mind was upsetting.
Xiahou Yingjie's face flushed with anger as he shouted, "You are just a mid-stage ant of power. What right do you have to speak to King Wu like this?"
Xiahou Yingjie drew a long saber. The bronze blade glinted coldly, its white saber light like a bright moon. A saber aura exploded the ground, reaching the dust of the forest.
"Soul-breaking Saber Technique."
