Seeing this, Yang Chen appeared calm and composed, as if the three Large Sword Slaves were nothing.
It's not that he was arrogant, but these three Large Sword Slaves, which seemed like giant beings to Lu Fa Celestial Venerate and the others, didn't really pose any pressure to him.
If it had to be described, it could only be done in four words.
Fragile as a touch.
Yang Chen shook his head slightly. He had killed many demon-like powerful enemies from the Spirit God Race, so these few lifeless Large Sword Slaves were no threat to him.
Yang Chen took a step and spread his domain.
He didn't fully unfold the Dao Intent Inscriptions because it was unnecessary. To deal with these three sword slaves, what he had was more than enough.
These three Large Sword Slaves remained cold-blooded, with no fluctuations at all. Between the fluctuations, blue sharp swords in their hands were already sweeping towards Yang Chen.
