Upon hearing this, a peculiar look appeared in Zhang Jian's eyes, and he shook his head.
"Truly audacious beyond belief. In the bright realm under Heaven, the core of the Sheji Divine Dao, a fiend like you dares to show yourself, and moreover, to boast before me. Do you think the Divine Sword at my waist is ineffective?"
Iron Blood Daoist glanced at the Dragon Roar Sword at Zhang Jian's waist and chuckled.
"Young Master Zhang, in my eyes, your Divine Sword is nothing more than an ornament. It would be wise for you not to resist, or you may injure yourself and your family!"
But as these words fell, a brilliant sword aura suddenly filled his gaze.
Wherever he looked, it was all dazzling sword aura.
Under this sword aura, he seemed as if his Yin Spirit had lost the ability to resist, helplessly watching the sword light slice towards him.
