Li Chen refused to show weakness, staring straight at Jian Wuheng in the void, and shouted fiercely, "Such noise! If you want to fight, then fight; where's all this nonsense coming from?"
Jian Wuheng gritted his teeth and took a long time to squeeze out the word "Alright" between his teeth.
"Alright, since you insist on courting death, I will fulfill your wish!"
After this hysterical outburst, Jian Wuheng suddenly pushed his True Yuan to the limit, beginning to fully deploy the most domineering sword from Heavenly Sword Mountain.
"Heavenly Sword Nine Forms, Ninth Sword, Silent Annihilation Slash!"
The violent True Yuan instantly tore through the void, forming a low-pressure vortex centered around the Dragon Slayer Sword in Jian Wuheng's hand. His body was also radiating light, his sleeves bulging as they were filled with Gang wind, and his hair stood on end, resembling countless lightning rods on a tall building, mysterious and eerie.
"Shwoo!"
