They knew the power of the Kongtong Divine Sword all too well.
Even with their strength at the High Tier of Dharma Aspect, they couldn't gain much of an advantage against Lin Han when he wielded the Divine Sword.
But now, someone had snatched the sword away in just a few moves.
'This situation has gotten a little murky...'
The expressions of the Three Uglies immediately tensed up.
"Zhao Rui, get the hell out here!"
The shout filled the sky, rolling like thunder and echoing endlessly through the valley.
"Brother Lin, are you looking for me?"
Just then, a figure abruptly appeared on a distant mountaintop. He watched them from afar, a longsword spinning between his fingers with a lazy air.
It was none other than the vanished Zhao Rui.
"Zhao Rui, give me back my Divine Sword!"
Lin Han roared in fury, his figure charging toward Zhao Rui.
"Your Divine Sword? Call it. Does it answer?"
"How dare you!"
