Zuo Wuque had spent ten years forging the Evil-Slaying Sword. It held great significance for Mingjian Manor and absolutely could not be allowed to fall into another's hands.
Therefore, Sword Nine did not hesitate to break his promise and make a move.
He lunged with incredible speed, and just as he was about to seize the Evil-Slaying Sword, a smile spread across his face.
'As long as I get my hands on the Evil-Slaying Sword,' he thought, 'it will be worth the infamy.'
But in the next instant, his hand grasped at empty air.
Lin Hao had only to extend his hand, and the Evil-Slaying Sword transformed into a streak of light, instantly returning to its scabbard.
Sword Nine was stunned, but he immediately lunged for Lin Hao again.
But halfway there, his path was blocked.
The one who stopped him was, of course, Shan Dan.
"Sword Nine, you're breaking your promise! Are you not afraid of dragging Mingjian Manor's name through the mud?" Shan Dan demanded coldly, blocking his path.
