"True Realm?"
Fang Yu showed a disdainful expression.
The Dragon Roar Sword in his hand buzzed resonantly.
Looking at Ye Renyu, who had materialized a suit of armor, he said, "You seem to still not understand the situation you're in..."
Buzz...
He slightly lifted the long sword.
Lifting it to a forty-five-degree angle to the ground.
This was Fang Yu's favorite sword-holding stance. When he first possessed the Death God's Sword, it was in this manner that he used this sword to kill countless people.
He had killed pirates in the desert with Chen Daotian.
He had killed international mercenaries in Europe.
And later on, he joined the Dark Web. From then on, he was unstoppable.
This sword had slaughtered the Hidden Dragon Guards of the Ye Family.
The whole Zhao Family of Yanjing, the whole Jin Family of Yanjing…
To this day,
Fang Yu had long lost count of how many people he had killed with this sword.
"Hm?"
