Inspired by Liu Mang's resolve in the face of death, the Sword Ancestor disciples were galvanized, their gazes growing exceptionally determined.
SHINGGG!
In unison, they drew their Sharp Swords. Cold light glinted off the blades, their combined presence overwhelming.
Zhang Qian sneered. "Just you remnants, and you want to fight us to the death? How utterly laughable. You're not even worthy! If you surrender now, perhaps I'll be merciful and grant you a quick end!"
Hearing this, the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect erupted in scornful laughter. In their eyes, the Sword Ancestor disciples were merely putting up a desperate, pitiful struggle.
"The battle isn't over yet," Liu Mang retorted coldly. "Aren't you afraid you'll have to eat those words?"
At that moment, his fighting spirit surged. He stomped a foot forward, shattering the ground beneath him! Leaping into the air, he raised his Sharp Sword high and slashed fiercely toward Zhang Qian.
