"Be careful yourself!"
Chu Feng waved his hand, agreeing to let Han Dong fight.
For true warriors, they are not delicate flowers nurtured in a greenhouse, but are battle-hardened, honed step by step through blood and sweat. Since Han Dong is eager to use this opportunity to temper himself, Chu Feng, as the host, naturally wants to facilitate that.
"F*ck, when the tiger does not show its might, it is treated as a sick cat. I, Liu Lang, might not be a supreme genius, but I'm still a Sword God Level expert. It's one thing to be underestimated by a Sword Saint, but now even a mere Great Sword Master dares to challenge me, this is infuriating."
Liu Lang was so angry that his Three Corpse Gods jumped violently, distorting his handsome face.
"I'll disable you with one sword! No, one sword is even too many, half a sword is enough!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Lang raised his divine weapon and directly slashed a sword towards Han Dong.
