Ying Gou's words undoubtedly further sank the hearts of those who were already somewhat nervous.
For ordinary people passing through, it's just a bit of trouble, but because of the Xuanyuan Sword in Liu Zixuan's hand, it was evidently regarded as a nemesis by Ying Gou and Hou Qing.
The treatment they are about to face will undoubtedly differ from that of ordinary Martial Artists.
When Ying Gou slowly approached them, the Xuanyuan Sword, which was originally quietly held in his hand, suddenly shook violently.
Liu Zixuan understood that facing these members of the Demon Race whom he hadn't truly slain in the past, even the Xuanyuan Sword was restless.
This time, it's unlikely to avoid battle.
Gazing into Ying Gou's fierce eyes, Liu Zixuan tightly gripped the Xuanyuan Sword, raising its blade sharply: "Don't make so many excuses for yourself. The Xuanyuan Sword defeated you in ancient times, and it can do so now!"
"Hmph!"
