His frank confession instead erased the contempt in Zhao Shixiong's eyes, revealing a hint of appreciation.
Soon after, Zhao Shixiong raised his right arm, his five fingers mimicking a grip!
The air rippled, and a pitch-black, heavy great guan sword slowly emerged from the air.
At the same time, flying swords circled around Yu Xiu, and Lang Shiba drew his curved blade, ready to strike at any moment.
Even if it was a Half-step Celestial, with five or six mortals acting together, they might not kill him, but they could at least defeat him.
However...
After Zhao Shixiong pulled out the Soul-breaking Blade, he casually tossed it aside!
"Clang!"
The Soul-breaking Blade was thrown far onto the ground, drenched by the rain.
He lifted his chin, stepping inside the hall.
Zhao Douan's eyes moved, and with a subtle wave of his fingers, Yu Xiu and the other four also withdrew from the hall, but they didn't go far and waited in the courtyard.
