Buzz buzz!
The Semi-Saint Black Sword hummed persistently, almost in a fawning manner.
Just as Xiao Yi had said.
It's truly like a "dog" wrapped in the garb of a sword!
Chen Yantao and others stood by, dumbfounded, staring blankly at Zhao Wenchao, who had been trampled beyond recognition in the abyss. They then looked at the black heavy sword following Xiao Yi like a sycophant.
They felt chills down their spines: "Could the thirty-sixth on the Demonic Ranking really be that weak?"
Chen Yantao glared at Cao Rui, speechless: "Weak? You and I have already fought him, do you really think he's weak? It's just that Xiao is far too strong..."
"Brother Chen is right, Xiao's power has already surpassed our understanding!"
"Do you think... Brother Xiao might make it into the top ten of the Demonic Ranking?"
"I think even the top three is possible..."
They all responded.
At this moment...
