Qin Sheng couldn't help but furrow his brow, but then quickly regained his composure: "Sword Lord has quite a sharp tongue! Even colluding with rebels can be spun by you to sound so grandiose. However, no matter what you say today, it won't matter. These rebellious traitors, having no master nor father, since I've met them, it's not reasonable to let them leave alive."
With a flicker of movement, he unexpectedly bypassed Chu Xisheng and Mad Sword Feng San, appearing directly in front of Luo Yang.
At the same time, an eight-foot spear pierced out from his sleeve, wrapped in the Power of Silence, and blasted towards the Iron-faced Judge.
Qin Sheng's spiritual sense told him that this person was the weakest among those present here.
At this moment, Luo Yang's expression grew solemn, as he set his pair of Judge's Pens before him, standing ready.
In the distance, Xi Bitian's gaze was focused, and he was poised to unleash the extreme move of the Hundred-step Divine Fist.
