"Without blood, how can the Heavenly Mechanism Sect become more exciting!"
The last Saint Heir in white, with his black hair flying, said defiantly.
"Indeed, blood must be spilled. Although I don't really want to bother with you ordinary folks, bratty kids, sometimes, undeniably, there are things beyond one's control."
Zhou Yan nodded, affirming their words, but seemed somewhat sentimental as he spoke.
Then, he took a few steps forward, and the white Bone Sword in his hand instantly stood upright with a "buzz" as he waved it.
Split into three.
Three beams of light formed a fan-shaped outline, appearing behind Zhou Yan.
The Sword Light hovered ethereally, as if the Sword Soul was manifesting, revealing an inexplicable Tao rhythm aura.
Then, Zhou Yan suddenly locked his gaze onto the Void Three Saint Sons.
"Buzz——"
Zhou Yan's intention moved, and with a simple Sword Intent infused with a slaying will, it transformed into three streams of light that suddenly launched forward.
