"That's right. This sword isn't something you're worthy of possessing. If you know what's good for you, hand it over. I might even grant you a peaceful death. Otherwise, you'll die a very ugly one."
Hearing Yang Xiao's resigned words, Xiang Fengyun sneered.
"If you want it, then take it. I'm just afraid you won't live to enjoy it."
As he spoke, Yang Xiao gave a push and actually sent the Void Divine Sword flying out, its target none other than Xiang Fengyun.
They wanted it.
So Yang Xiao would naturally give it to them.
'Wouldn't I seem stingy otherwise?'
Seeing this, Xiang Fengyun was first overjoyed and reached out to grab the sword. But then, as if realizing something, he sneered, "Are you trying to trick me? Hmph! Am I, Xiang Fengyun, someone you can so easily deceive? Watch closely! Wind and Cloud Hand, catch!"
At this, Yang Xiao was too speechless to even roast him.
He simply remained silent.
