Xie Zhichuan let out a cold snort, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, as if everything in the world was beneath his notice.
He raised his head proudly and said, "Hmph! The martial arts of those tribes, under my Thirteen Life-taking Swords, are nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs, utterly vulnerable. Once I lead the disciples of Divine Sword Manor into the enemy ranks, we shall surely leave them in ruins, showing them the might of our Divine Sword Manor."
His tone was extremely arrogant, as if the whole world was under his control, his body slightly leaning back, fully displaying his flagrant pride.
Fu Anxing chimed in, "Great Khan, I am not one to be trifled with either. Having navigated the Jianghu for many years, I have my own methods. I will discreetly set up traps, layer upon layer, making it so they cannot defend themselves, and with any carelessness, they will find themselves beyond redemption."
