"What kind of Ancient Sword Chicken is this? Only the Seven Sword Deities could battle it, right? Can Lord Shou beat this chicken?"
"Why is it that there's no movement, nor has it entered the first realm, second realm, yet the White-faced Ghost looks under tremendous pressure?"
"Look, the White-faced Ghost's hand is trembling, this chicken has some strength!"
"Ancient Martial Chicken?"
Is it an Ancient Sword Chicken, or an Ancient Martial Chicken, or perhaps the one who has mastered the great success of both Paths, the White-faced Ghost couldn't figure it out.
It realized at some unknown point, its vision had become extremely narrow.
Not because an eye was cut, an arm broke, or there's a bloody hole in the chest, but because of fear.
"Come on!"
The White-faced Ghost roared at the Sword-Holding Chicken.
The Black Chicken was indifferent, still circling outside, pacing slowly.
Boom!
The White-faced Ghost slashed the earth with a sword, shouting:
"Come on! Fight!"
