Xia Feng looked at Dongfang Changming as if he were a fool, with a bit of tolerance in his eyes.
"Is this your last words?"
Dongfang Changming's face stiffened for a moment, then suddenly turned furious: "Bastard, I'll see later if your body is as tough as your mouth!"
His cold gaze swept over Xia Feng, then looked at Xia Tianming standing beside him: "Heh, I wonder if you have half the guts of your grandfather?"
This remark instantly angered the grandfather and grandson.
Xia Feng gripped the Heaven-Burying Sword in his hand tightly and charged directly at Dongfang Changming.
Dongfang Changming dodged backward, swinging his saber with force, clashing again with the Heaven-Burying Sword.
The Heaven-Burying Sword remained unscathed, but the saber in Dongfang Changming's hand once again emitted a mournful cry.
Dongfang Changming glanced at the Ancient Divine Artifact in Xia Feng's hand, both angry and envious.
