"Big brother!"
Zhang Cui Shan flashed to Xie Xun's side with a swift movement, giving Jiang Dali an angry look, and said.
"Master Jiang, the Dragon Slayer Sword is something my big brother regards as precious as his life and his sharp weapon for protection. I implore you to return it to him! Otherwise, if enemies come seeking revenge in the future, my big brother's life will be in grave danger."
Jiang Dali caressed the chillingly cold blade of the Dragon Slayer Sword, and his fingers, solid as Vajra, gently flicked its edge, "Dragon Slayer Sword, Dragon Slayer Sword, only when it has slain a true dragon can it be called the Dragon Slayer Sword.
Do you think this sword, in your hands, can slay a dragon?"
Zhang Cui Shan was taken aback, stunned.
Suddenly, Jiang Dali burst into laughter and fiercely struck out with a palm strike.
It landed squarely on the blade of the Dragon Slayer Sword.
