Who knows if this person was scared silly or just overly confident in their own domineering body, too lazy to move——
But no matter the reason, he deserves death!
A hint of anger actually sprouted in Wan Jiansheng's chest.
He rarely feels this emotion while facing an enemy.
Because none of his opponents ever warranted his respect.
Indeed, among his peers, no one could withstand ten of his strikes.
A bunch of trash and scum—why bother to care?
Until today, he found that his opponent could be so arrogant as to ignore him.
——Could there really be such a foolishly arrogant person in this world?
Just as Wan Jiansheng's blade was about to strike Chu Xisheng, a sudden 'clang' resounded.
It was like the clash of metal.
The 'Swallowing Spirit Saber' in Wan Jiansheng's hand clearly struck against Chu Xisheng's Protective Gang Qi, yet it felt as if it collided with a real long blade.
