Ansel Tennyson felt both ashamed and angry!
He held the Longsword horizontally, and through the blade as bright as a mirror, he saw chive flowers stuck on his teeth.
White with a hint of green.
Embarrassment!
The face of this Young Sect Leader of the Sword Sect turned red all the way to his neck!
He closed his mouth and gently licked it away with his tongue.
But Julius Reed's earlier words had already been heard by everyone.
Such a dignified Sword Sect Young Sect Leader, elegant and skillful, with a charisma far beyond the ordinary.
Yet this hero was actually found with chive flowers on his teeth during a duel!
Too embarrassing!
Ansel Tennyson directly swung his sword, ready to kill!
"Wait!"
But at this moment, Julius Reed raised his hand, signaling him to stop.
"What the hell!" Ansel Tennyson's face was like water, filled with killing intent.
No matter what, today he must kill this young man!
He absolutely cannot let him leave alive!
