Ye Guichen struggled to stand up. "What deal?"
"Hehe, I'll give you three sword chances. If you can't harm me in the slightest after three swords, then you will follow me, and together we will seize the Immortals' territory and live carefree, how about it?"
The old man spoke lightly, a confident smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Ye Guichen furrowed his brows, not directly answering, but instead asked back, "Three swords?"
The old man nodded. "That's right, three swords. I won't move; you strike. Didn't you say your sword is the Immortal Slayer Sword? Then go ahead, strike me and see if you can kill me."
"Alright!"
Ye Guichen once again unleashed the final strike of the Immortal Slayer.
Rumble!
This time, the momentum was even greater than before.
In the sky, thunderous sounds were drawn by the Immortal Slayer Sword.
Not only that, but countless fierce winds also formed around, uprooting many plants.
The Carp Demon had already dived back into the water.
