The bodies of the Night Demon King and the other two retreated repeatedly,
they stabbed their Divine Swords into the ground, breathing a sigh of relief and panting heavily.
The owner of that golden sword light was naturally Chu Feng, who held the Mad Dragon Sword.
"Whether my people are worthy of possessing a Divine Sword."
"It's not for you to decide."
"If they are not worthy, then are you?"
"Got the guts to bring out the Xuanyuan Divine Sword!"
"Don't tell me you don't have one?"
"Without even a Divine Sword, what qualifies you to say others are not worthy of a Divine Sword?"
"I think you're just outright jealous!"
Chu Feng launched multiple questions at Xuanyuan Hao, directly mocking.
Those present watched as Chu Feng shattered Xuanyuan Hao's attack, astonished at his mockery and provocation.
A look of shock revealed in their eyes.
This kid truly has guts!
Facing Chu Feng's cold ridicule, Xuanyuan Hao remained unmoved.
"Verbal victory is useless."
