When a person regains confidence, even their tone changes!
Dan Min stood atop the treetops, challenging Jiang Feng, exuding not only abundant confidence in his swordsmanship but also an absolute superiority in his Qinggong!
Seeing Dan Min's awe-inspiring presence, the few surviving Royal Guards finally found hope and breathed a sigh of relief!
"Lord Sword Saint! Don't kill this guy so easily! That would be too merciful for him! Torture him slowly! Slice him apart, one cut at a time, to avenge Lord Sai and Lord Ye!"
One of the Royal Guards shouted.
Dan Min stood in mid-air, his robe billowing, wielding the Xuanjian Treasure Sword. Sword Intent overflowed in all directions; the air currents were in turmoil.
He indeed lived up to the renown of the Sword Saint!
Under such terrifying momentum, Feng Yueji was stifled, unable to breathe, as she turned to gaze at Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng scoffed, and with a swift movement, leaped onto a large tree behind him.
