Little Jiu Nian wielded the Heavenly Sword Hemp, its cold light spilling out and shimmering with an eerie blue, clearly a poisoned blade.
Yet he faced the oppression of the Demon King Yan Li's presence, showing no fear, his little face full of determination.
Yan Li was so angry that his beard and eyebrows were about to knot together.
The demon soldiers and generals were also tense, surrounding the group, yet dared not make a move.
"You little rascal! Do you think that broken sword can harm me!"
Yan Li roared angrily, his pressure suddenly intensifying, causing Little Jiu Nian to feel a surge of demonic power preventing him from thrusting his poisoned sword forward.
With a concentrated gaze, he made an astonishing move, suddenly flipping the sword in the opposite direction, pointing it at his own throat.
"I can't kill you, but I can take my own life, and you better believe if I die, the Yan Family will be left with no descendants."
