"Are you the Great Demon God?"
"That's what the world calls me."
The Great Demon God said:
"In fact, I have another name—Xiaao Jingtian!"
He glanced at the sword in Ding Ling's hand, and once he looked, he couldn't tear his gaze away:
"The Emperor's Sword! How did my brother's Emperor's Sword end up in your hands!"
"The Emperor's Sword was unearthed from within the Sword Sect by The Smiling, Proud Wanderer. In essence, it could still be considered a relic of the Sword Sect, how could it be claimed as your brother's sword?"
Ding Ling glanced behind the Great Demon God, seeing a dense crowd of Japanese ninjas, swordsmen, and swordmen, each full of spirit, with sharp eyes like wolves in the night poised to devour someone!
At this moment, besides their sharpness, their eyes also held alertness and tension, clearly indicating that they were intimidated by Ding Ling's recent sword strike.
"Did you bring your entire force from Japan this time?"
Ding Ling said expressionlessly:
