"Lu Kong, the seventh-ranked Devilish Martial Artist on the Hidden Dragon List, is truly formidable. But what do you really amount to?"
"Not to mention you, but even your entire Withered Wood Sect: if I wished to destroy it, it could be done with a flick of the hand."
Ye Qingfeng raised his eyelids slightly, his tone icy.
Originally, Lu Kong had a smiling face.
Suddenly, his expression turned extremely unpleasant.
"Fine, then let me show you just how formidable I am, and whether I can slice your flesh one piece at a time."
Lu Kong, furious to the point of laughter.
With a flick of his palm.
A glaring flash of silver appeared.
The saber, three feet long, extremely sharp, seemed as though it had drunk much blood.
The blade emitted a strange hint of crimson.
"Swish!"
The Sword Light illuminated.
Lu Kong's figure moved like a fleeting shadow.
Only the afterimage remained, the body unseen.
